Skyler Jones suddenly wrapped his arm around Christine Quinn's waist, pulling her close, "Am I inconsiderate?"
Christine Quinn pretended to seriously look him up and down, "Can't see it anywhere―― you have taste."
Skyler Jones suddenly buried his head in Christine Quinn's neck and gently nibbled...
"Ah!" Christine Quinn cried out in pain, "That hurts!"
He softly kissed her neck, his magnetic voice carried a hint of domineering threat, "Do you still dare say I have no taste?"
Christine Quinn quickly begged for mercy, "I dare not..."
Skyler Jones slowly kissed from Christine Quinn's neck to her lips...
Kissing him in a place like the hall was supposed to be something that was quite embarrassing, but as soon as his lips touched hers, her body softened like cotton candy...
He wrapped his arm around her waist while she clung to his neck, deeply kissing each other.
His kiss was fervent and intense, the temperature of his body gradually rising...
