Augustine came up behind Su Yaoyao and gently drew her into his embrace. His voice was both soft and resolute. "Yaoyao, you deserve the very best."
Su Yaoyao's face flushed scarlet in an instant. Augustine was bare-chested, and only a thin layer of fabric separated their bodies.
She could clearly feel his firm, warm muscles. Droplets of water from his recent bath still clung to his skin, some of which dampened her clothes, creating a unique sensation that sent her heart into a frantic, chaotic rhythm. It pounded like a drum.
Watching her blush so bashfully, Augustine found her exceptionally alluring at that moment, as if drawn to her by an invisible magic.
He slowly raised a hand to her chin, his touch gentle yet firm, permitting no resistance as he guided her face toward him.
Then, Augustine leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a deep and searing kiss.
Su Yaoyao's breath hitched, her mind going completely blank.
He parted her lips with ease, tasting her sweetness.
