She bit down hard on his shoulder, hoping to relieve some of the resentment in her heart.
William Foster let out a muffled grunt, looking at her somewhat aggrievedly: "My little nemesis, how dare you bite me?"
His gaze, besides surprise, also carried a trace of affection, giving the impression of his unconditional tolerance and love for her.
Clara Bennett, panting and blushing, responded, "Who told you to be so greedy! My phone has been ringing for ages, but you just kept on kissing endlessly."
Although her tone carried a hint of complaint, it was more of a mix between shyness and sweetness, a subtle emotion continuously surging in her heart.
William Foster's lips curled into a playful smile: "Your taste is too sweet, it's truly addictive. It's like finding the other half of my life, unable to let go."
His words sounded like an apology but more like flirting, making the tense atmosphere even more complex.
"You're still talking back?"
