A chorus of exclamations erupted around them.
Travis Miller's eyes suddenly narrowed.
He stood there, his back bent over by Abigail Hemsworth's pull, rigid and motionless for a moment.
Abigail lingered on his lips for a while, then began to press and rub back and forth, with four soft lips touching without any hint of romance.
This kiss was so awkward even Abigail felt it wasn't presentable.
Glancing up at Travis's unresponsive expression, she bit his lip out of spite.
Only when she saw Travis's brow furrow did she release him.
Her ears were flushed red.
Yet she raised her head high, her expression arrogant, "Do you understand now?"
Travis slowly straightened up, looking at her feigned composure, his distinct fingers gently wiping the spot Abigail had bitten.
There was a clear pain, a faint dampness.
Seeing the red liquid on his fingertip, his thin lips tugged lightly.
"I did promise you a commitment. If this is what you want, I can fulfill it for you."
