Isabella Weaver kissed for quite a while, but seeing that Harry Hunter didn't respond at all, she stopped in frustration to question him, "Why aren't you kissing me back!"
Harry Hunter chuckled quietly, reached out to smooth her slightly tousled long hair, and lowered his head to plant a very light kiss, "I did kiss you."
Isabella Weaver widened her eyes, "How can that count? I don't want it like this!"
"Then, how do you want it?"
"Like before!"
"What was it like before?"
Isabella Weaver's cheeks turned even redder. She stammered, unable to string together a complete sentence.
"Madam, you have to say it aloud. If you don't tell me, how will I know what kind you like?"
Harry Hunter hooked her chin with his finger, restraining himself, his face looking as serious as possible.
"Tonight, in the garden behind the wellness center, after I kissed you, you got mad and hit me, so I thought maybe you like it gentle. Wasn't I gentle just now?"
