Mia Foster was expected to be shy because his unintentional act made her react so, but her response this time was beyond Felix Shaw's expectation. She lifted the towel that was covering her face, took the initiative to hook his neck, met his peach blossom eyes, and said, "No, I want to try with you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mia pressed down with both arms, stood on tiptoe, and her warm lips voluntarily pressed against his. The moment their lips touched, Felix Shaw, a veteran playboy who lingered among women, actually forgot how to react.
His peach blossom eyes stared straight at Mia Foster, watching her slightly trembling eyelashes while her lips gently encased his, the little tongue ceaselessly moving on top...
The kiss lacked sophistication, like licking ice cream, but Felix Shaw's arms had somehow already tightly encircled Mia Foster's waist. The hair dryer he was holding dropped on the tile floor with a clang, without affecting the two at all.
