Faye teased with a smile, "This is certainly not a bun, a bun is much bigger than this."
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he really let go of her hand, holding her tightly to him. His lips fell in the hollow of her neck, and then he mercilessly took a bite.
Tessa Caldwell felt like spitting blood, both angry and ashamed.
She could feel a circle of teeth marks there and angrily said, "If you have the guts, kiss me on the lips—my mouth's full of shrimp taste..."
Before she could finish her sentence, his kiss really fell.
It started slow and gentle but suddenly, without any warning, turned fierce and wild.
Tessa instinctively struggled a bit, completely unable to move.
When his lips landed on her neck again, nibbling in fine detail, Tessa could only turn her head away in discomfort, panting coquettishly, "…Faye... Faye… mm… you... scoundrel!"
The sound she made was soft and powerless, just like a playful complaint.
