His warm breath, spraying onto her face.
Just as Zoe Yale thought to move back, Charles White quickly reached out and clasped the back of her head; his thin lips accurately pressed against hers.
He didn't give her the chance to refuse, prying open her pearly teeth.
The sweetness left by the cake lingered between her lips and teeth...
Sweetness that was addictive.
Charles White's kiss was gentle, yet dominant.
The person in his arms seemed to be shocked into stillness, simply standing there being kissed by him, motionless.
"Molly..." Charles White held her face with both hands, came back to his senses, and looked at her apologetically, worried that he had scared her just now.
"Charles White, that's not how you save paper," Zoe Yale suddenly blurted out.
"..." Charles White was stunned, slightly shaken, and in the next second, he saw her slip out of his embrace and run toward the Tea Room while covering her face.
Charles White immediately realized, she was embarrassed.
