After thinking about it for a while, the best way to shut him up was...
She swallowed the remaining crumbs of bread in her mouth, took a sip of hot water, stood up, and leaned closer, tilting her head to gently kiss the man's thin lips.
The touch was fleeting, almost like an illusion of warmth.
Marcellus was stunned, a little dazed, and a little high.
"You..."
"Thank you," Beryl blushed and couldn't look at him, her big eyes fixated on a small spot on his shirt. "But you really don't have to go through all this trouble."
Now Marcellus didn't care about sandwiches or anything else; his whole heart and attention were focused on the gentle kiss just now. "Did you kiss me?"
Beryl quickly glanced at his handsome face with a bit of disbelief and astonishment. It made her reflect on herself, how passive she usually was, but just a light touch turned him into this?
But no matter what she thought, she still blushed and nodded, "Yes."
"Damn! Beryl, why did you kiss me?"
Both of them were stunned by the exclamation.
In fact, Marcellus didn't know what he was saying now or what he should say. He just felt the blood in his body rushing to his brain, feeling particularly excited and agitated.
He had kissed before, even done more ambiguous things, so why was he so indecisive now?
Perhaps he felt his reaction was a bit excessive, so when Beryl called him again, he reached out and touched his own face, making sure it wasn't just his imagination. Then, he pulled the girl in front of him into his arms.
"What's wrong? Do you think the food I made is not delicious, and you want to sweeten me up this way?"
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