Seeing such an expression on his face was rare, and she found it to be very interesting. Hence, she stuffed a few more puffs into her mouth and coated her lips with cream.
He turned his head away from her with a frown.
She burst out laughing at that. "You don't like eating cream, huh!"
He answered in disdain, "The way you eat disgusts me."
The woman fell into silence.
Seeing that the man was walking ahead of her, she quickly caught up with him and eagerly offered him the puffs. She asked with a raised brow, "He he! I still have some puffs left. Are you not eating more?"
He shook his head. "Nope."
She let out a sigh and stood sullenly in place.
If he dislikes eating it, so be it; why does he have to make a face, as if he detests the food I eat?
Her head drooped as she pursed her lips in resentment. She picked up the last puff from the bag and bit on it, but before it could go into her mouth, a hand lifted her jaw.
As her head was raised, she saw his face closeup; his phoenix eyes narrowed evilly as his thin lips slightly parted.
What happened after was him gently biting onto half of the puff that she was biting on. His lips softly attached on to her mouth with cream oozing out.
He smirked as his tongue lapped the cream on her lips. She turned bright red at his unexpected kiss and stood rooted to the spot in astonishment and speechlessness!
After biting half of the puff, he smirked and licked the cream off his lips in slight dissatisfaction. He then casually commented, "The taste isn't so bad."
She could not tell whether he was talking about the puff or something else with his teasing tone.
Her eyes flashed with shame and anger as she pouted. "You…"
Before she could complete her words, he gently held her hand and looked down at her, asking, "Have you enjoyed enough?"
"Our first date." He rubbed her fringe with a smile. "It's already quite late; shall we go back now?"
She intended to nod her head, but the thought of going to sleep once they got back, she felt a little downcast. "Let's walk awhile more; it's too early to go back."
He shot her a cool glance and extended his hand for her to see the time on his watch. He then asked with a frown, "What time is it now?"
Taking a look at the watch, she obediently answered, "It's 11 PM."
"It's late. I have to go to the office."
His head pounded faintly at the thought of the pile of work awaiting him at his office.
Her smile froze the moment she heard that he was returning to the office.
"Can you… not go to the office?"
She needed him.
She was already used to him – used to waking up in the safety of his arms daily and to the fresh scent of his hair on the pillow.
She was a little reluctant to part with him!
Lifting her chin, he made their noses touch. "What? Are you reluctant to part?"
"I w-want you to accompany me…" she stammered.
His gaze changed slightly as he looked at her.
He found her wrapping herself around his arms and waist. "I want you to accompany me. Don't go to the office; stay at home with me tonight, alright?"
"Okay. Let's go home."
The man smiled and pulled her toward the car parked at the roadside without giving her a chance to protest. "Listen to me; let's go back early to rest."
She tasted a hint of sweetness from the indulgence in his voice.