Mark Reed awkwardly smiled at the onlookers, explaining, "My wife is in a bad mood today, please don't mind us."
The crowd returned a knowing smile and no longer paid attention to them.
"Do you want to become a laughingstock? I don't mind performing in public, I'll be unreserved then." As he spoke, he released his hand from her mouth, placed it on her waist, pulled her in front of him, pressing close, and brazenly sealed her crimson lips with his own.
Under the night sky on the street, they put on a vivid and fragrant make-out performance.
Valentine Teller widened her eyes, staring at the face so close to hers.
She couldn't believe he was really kissing her on the street, and so passionately at that.
God!
Valentine struggled fiercely, his arm circled tightly, her waist was gripped firmly, and he held her head in place so she couldn't even turn to avoid it.
His mouth was full of the taste of smoke, making her frown; he seemed like he never smoked before.
