Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow, "What about back then?"
South Grant gritted his teeth, deciding to speak honestly.
"Back then, I stayed by your side just to figure out..."
As South Grant spoke up to this point, Nathan Foster's eyes darkened, like stars in a cold night.
Before South Grant could say the rest, his lips were sealed by a kiss as cold as the wind.
South Grant murmured twice, then was tightly held by Nathan Foster; he hadn't finished speaking!
At this moment, he was domineering and wildly bold, exuding the vigor of a male animal.
A kiss like plundering, sweeping over her entirely.
She could tell Nathan Foster was angry, his chest heaving, like a raging fire ready to engulf her any time.
This kiss was laced with pain, making South Grant extremely uncomfortable; he was not like he usually was.
On ordinary days, even kissing would be gentle, like the warm breeze of March.
