"Ugh..." Luke Land yelled in pain and pushed her away.
A taste of blood spread in his mouth, and he wiped the blood from his lips with his thumb, feeling a mix of emotions.
Eva Miller angrily kept a meter's distance from him; she couldn't hit him, so she used her mouth. He provoked her first, so he shouldn't blame her.
"Little Chili, can you be a bit gentler?" Luke Land said helplessly.
"Gentler?" Eva Miller snorted twice, "Luke Land, you, it's one thing to kiss me, but you..."
Eva's face turned bright red, "Why the hell did you use your tongue?"
"..."
A sly smile appeared on Luke Land's lips, "Can't I, the great me, like French kissing?"
Damn!
Disgusting.
"I, the great me, don't like it."
"So you're saying, I can kiss you as long as I don't French kiss?" Luke Land tried to find a loophole.
"No! Neither will do!" Eva Miller deliberately teased, "I've lived so many years and only now do I see someone with such poor kissing skills."
Dare to look down on him?
