Michael Lees curled his lips, "But I think, I love you."
Isabella Harrison's eyes trembled fiercely, and Michael Lees's lips pressed down.
Tightly packed, not giving her any room to hesitate or struggle.
Her hands had nowhere to go, remained stiff for a long time, before gradually climbing onto his shoulders.
Her lower back was encircled by his long arms. She stood firmly, while he kissed more deeply and wantonly, his chest gradually pressing down, fully enveloping her.
"I love you."
His voice echoed beside her ear, low and murmurous.
The heavy snow covered both of them, and it seemed that the world had only them left.
Even though it was very, very cold, it felt like there was a spring in her heart.
After a long while, Michael rest his forehead against Isabella Harrison's.
His warm breath sprinkled on her face. His warmth and scent engulfed Isabella, her long lashes fluttering incessantly.
