Beryl opened her mouth and took a bite. Her cheeks immediately became round. She closed her mouth and chewed slowly. Maybe it was a little hot, but she opened her mouth and exhaled hot air.
It was still a familiar taste. Beryl was very satisfied with it. She didn't even bother to put the tomato sauce in the corner of her mouth and unconsciously recommended it to him. "Do you want to have a taste? It's really delicious. In fact, it's not so dirty. You, rich people, are used to being pampered, but you will miss a lot of delicious food because of this, such as this..."
Just as Beryl was about to sigh with emotion, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of her. By the time she came to her senses, the corner of her mouth was already covered with two wet and soft lips.
The flexible tip of his tongue swept past and swept away the tomato sauce. The next second, the man stood up straight again as if he was still savoring the aftertaste. "Not bad."
"Bang!"
Beryl felt like she was tied to a firework, soaring into the sky and exploding with excitement.
Her white and tender face turned red. For a moment, she forgot everything except stare at him.
Did he kiss her?
Did she agree? Why can he kiss her?
All the questions lingered on her lips, but she really couldn't say them out loud. She was too shy to be a match for Marcellus.
Marcellus looked at her flushed face. He had never seen such a pure and lively look on other women.
It was just a kiss, but she had become like this. She was so clean and beautiful.
Marcellus couldn't help touching her furry head. In fact, he had wanted to do this since the first time they met. "Don't always say that you are rich. Do you need me to sympathize with you because you hate the rich?"
Only then did Beryl come to her senses. She tilted her head and dodged the falling palm. "Why, why are you kissing me again?!"
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