"You..." She blushed, glaring at him, "Be careful not to tear your wound open."
"Did you feel any difference between kissing me and 'him'?" He smiled faintly, his gaze somewhat captivating, almost as if he was deliberately inviting a comparison with 'him'.
"Of course, there's a big difference. How could that 'him' kiss like you do... Hold on, that 'him' is also you." The back and forth with 'him' and 'he' was making her dizzy.
"Yes, 'he' is also me... So yesterday, when 'he' said he wanted to marry you when he grew up, how did you respond?" He raised his eyes to look at her, his fingers gently caressing the lips he had just kissed.
"I just... said okay... I'm willing..." Her lips felt so hot, the places he touched felt like they were burning.
