There was a big difference between a woman's body and a man's body. Sherman's hands and feet were cold, but Kingsley's body was as warm as a furnace.
Sherman could feel that his black coat wrapped them very tightly. Snuggling up to his chest, Sherman could feel little cold wind.
So, while Kingsley was fishing, Sherman was sitting o n his laps, snuggled in his warm chest, and wrapped i n his coat. The man was tall and the woman was petite. If not looking carefully at them, one simply could not find that there was a woman in the man's arms.
Kingsley asked for a cup of warm milk tea and handed it to her. Sherman did not like milk tea, thinking it was overly sweet.
But Kingsley disagreed, for he thought it was unhealthy for women to drink too much coffee.
Sherman said nothing more. Instead, she began to sip i t. While Kingsley was fishing, she asked, "Besides fishing, do you have other hobbies?"
Kingsley's good-looking fingers set off her slender waist. He lowered his eyes to look at her, "What's wrong?"
She said, "The next time we date, we don't have to come to places like here."
Kingsley stared at Sherman with his deep eyes. A big smile touched his lips. Then he leaned close to her, whispering in her ears, "Actually, such a quiet place like this has benefits."
Sherman couldn't think of any benefits of this place other than its chilly wind and silence.
Kingsley smiled gently. His big smile was soft but had a hidden meaning.
Sherman has never seen him smile like this. It was such a charming smile which seemed a little dangerous too...
The next second, he leaned over and kissed her for a long while.
Only till this moment did Sherman understand the overtone of his words.
It was very quiet around here except for the sound of the water and wind.
She was still curled up in his arms with her face buried in his coat.
Sherman was very tired, and her cheeks were scarlet. She did not intend to stick out her head.
It was good that his warm chest served as a thick wall, which could keep out rain and wind so that Sherman did not feel cold at all.
At this moment, she needn't be shy. Then Sherman closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.
Sherman felt a big difference between Kingsley's embrace and Billy's.
The warmth of Billy's embrace was temporary. And in Billy's arms, she could feel nothing else but temperature.
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