Amos Smith's whole body stiffened.
Unlike last time when it was vague, this time he felt it distinctly and clearly.
The young girl's lips were very soft.
It seemed to carry an electric current, making him almost forget to react.
While he was in a daze, a sudden wetness occurred on his lips.
His dark eyes widened suddenly.
He looked incredulously at the young girl in his arms, who was eating earnestly with her eyes closed.
He couldn't indulge her any longer.
He quickly raised his hand, grabbing her collar from behind, and pulled her back.
Bertha Haines winced from the pain, frowning with a grunt, looking as if someone had just snatched away a lollipop she was about to eat, utterly indignant.
"Keep messing around, and I'll throw you out of the car, believe it or not."
Just as Amos Smith finished warning her, thinking the young girl would be frightened, she looked at him mournfully, and the next second, she pouted and leaned in again.
Amos Smith turned his head to dodge.
