"Grandpa bought such great pomegranates, so sweet and large, and they're soft-seeded too. I'll need to properly repay him soon!"
"Do you think if you don't peel them for me, I won't be able to eat them?"
"What, are you going to snatch them?"
Before she could finish her sentence, Harry Hunter pulled out the bothersome IV needle and kissed her with his cool lips.
The pomegranate that Isabella Weaver had just put into her mouth was completely whisked away by him, and the sweet pomegranate juice spread between their lips, oddly making one feel thirsty.
Isabella quickly pushed him away and kicked him: "Are you crazy? Who eats like this!"
Harry chuckled lightly, seeing her cheeks turn beet red and her earlobes adorably flushed, he couldn't resist leaning in to nibble.
"Actually, I didn't want to eat the pomegranate."
"Hmm?"
"Actually, I wanted to eat you."
Harry's hand ventured into her clothes, sliding upwards along her slim waist, inch by inch, making her entire body heat up.
