After she finished speaking, the entire study fell into silence.
Ethan Hayes stared at Vivian for a long while before he couldn't help but ask, "Does being an hour younger than you really count as younger?"
"Even a minute younger counts!" Vivian replied earnestly.
Outside the window, the dim streetlights cast a serene glow on the study floor.
Vivian looked at Ethan nervously, unable to tell whether he was drunk or sober.
A moment later, Ethan sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and pleading, "Then maybe... you could start considering it now?"
"But I..." Vivian hesitated for a moment, just about to say something more when her vision suddenly went dark, and Ethan had already leaned in and blocked her mouth.
His lips were warm and soft. When they first landed on hers, the touch was slightly forceful, but soon, it became gentle and lingering.
Vivian was utterly astonished, and for a moment, she forgot to push him away.
