"Why are you crying? Don't you need your eyes?" he frowned, picking up a tissue to wipe her tears from the corner of her eye.
Sophie Smith turned her head away, a trace of discomfort on her face.
He gently pinched her chin, turned her face toward him, lowered his head, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her deeply.
The passionate, lingering kiss made her heart race wildly, and she even found it a bit hard to breathe.
Asher Land still showed no intention of letting her go.
She uneasily pushed his chest; she meant to use some force, but she didn't know where he had surgery. What if she pushed too hard and hurt him?
So, she decisively allowed him to kiss until he was satisfied.
When his lips finally left hers, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing her blushing face and shortness of breath, he couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Is it because I haven't touched you for more than two months that you've become unfamiliar with it?"
It wasn't like this when they kissed before.
