Seeing her cherry lips bitten so hard, he bit down fiercely on her lips. Keira gasped in pain, her thin lips opened, and his tongue took advantage of the opportunity to entangle with hers, frantically interwoven like a storm, relentlessly, leaving nowhere to hide.
"Ugh... Sydney... let me go." Keira's voice was continuously swallowed, yet he did not care about her tears, instead kissing her more furiously.
Keira raised her hand, slapping his chest incessantly, but in such a confined space, where could she accommodate any resistance.
Instead, the more she struggled, the more restless his heart became.
Over the past year, she had been treating him neither warmly nor coldly, a distant indifference that scared him.
He wanted to strive to save it, he wanted to cherish it, he wanted to make every effort to turn everything back to the way it was.
But in fact, he should have understood long ago that once many things happen, there's no going back.
