She wondered who he was. The way he made her feel when kissing was exactly the same as Ernest did.
Florence was totally at loss, her heart hammering violently as if it would pop out of her chest the next second.
She could hardly believe that it was he...
Noticing that Florence was in a daze without any reaction, the man had a light flashing through his eyes. He kissed her more deeply and wildly.
His kiss was so aggressive as if he wanted to take away everything from her mouth.
Florence was forced to be held in his arms. His scent fully occupied all her senses. Even the position in his embrace made her feel so familiar. Her heart trembled.
“Hmm... You... You...”
Feeling so shocked, Florence pushed the man away and looked at his face in surprise.
The silver mask covered more than half of his face. However, his eyes with the darkness were twinkling, so similar to the eyes of the man in her memories.
“Who are you?” she asked.
She almost blurted a name.
The man’s sexy thin lips were curled up into a smile. He asked jokingly, “Why? Have I gained your heart through just a kiss? You asked me who I am. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
His teasing words didn’t sound serious at all.
Florence felt quite panicked. She wished that she could confirm his identity as soon as possible. How could she be willing to waste time talking nonsense with him?
Gritting her teeth, she suddenly reached out and took off the mask on his face.
“I know it’s you. Er...”
Before she could finish calling his name, she suddenly paused when seeing his face clearly. She gaped.
The man had a totally different face than Ernest’s.
He was quite handsome, but his features didn’t look any similar to Ernest’s. They were absolutely two different men.
Florence was in a daze, her mind blank. She couldn’t believe what she had seen at all.
How could it not be him?
When he was kissing her, his scent and embrace were exactly the same as Ernest’s.
Looking at Florence’s shocking face, the man didn’t feel surprised at all. Instead, he curled up his think lips into a playful smile.
Flirtatiously, he raised her chin with his index finger gently. He smiled and said, “Do you know who I am? Tell me. What’s my name?”
He was a complete stranger and he looked unknown to her. How could she know what his name was?
However, even his action was so flirtatious, Florence didn’t disgust it at all.
Her eyes twinkled. She gazed at him, her mind messy.
After a long while, she squeezed a few words out of her mouth in difficulty, “Who are you?”
The man’s fingers suddenly changed their position. He pinched her chin in an instant.
He forced her face to approach him.
In a deep and ambiguous voice, he said while spraying the heated breathe onto her face, “If you want to know who I am, you need to pay a price.”
Without noticing that they were way too close to each other, Florence blurted out, “What price to pay?”
The man’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
He said in a luring and playful tone, stressing each syllable, “Being my woman.”
Florence was taken aback right away. He had boldly offended her by saying that.
However, when meeting his deep and twinkling eyes, she couldn’t feel pissed at all.
It was way too weird.
Florence suspected him more.
She stared at his handsome face on which there was no flaw at all. Then she reached out her hand slowly and put her fingers on his face. She touched it tenderly.
It felt warm, smooth. His skin was much better than women’s.
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