That night, after the children were fetched by their parents, Leon and Michelle got on the Ferris wheel. From the ride's highest point, they could see the city lights twinkling against the night, like a sea of stars. Leon leaned over and held her face in his hands, while Michelle stood on tiptoe and raised her head, and their lips met in the middle.
Leon started kissing her more passionately, his tongue slipping into her mouth.
When he did this, Michelle tasted a hint of sweetness.
Maybe it was his pheromones, or maybe it was just her imagination. However, nothing could change the fact that there was a sweet taste lingering in her mouth.
More importantly, she liked it.
She wrapped her arms around Leon's neck and pressed her body against him. This time, it was Michelle who wanted more.
She had always been the shy one, dodging his attempts to get too close. Now, she was the one taking the lead.
Leon was pleasantly surprised and embraced her sudden boldness.
He couldn't hold himself back anymore.
Michelle didn't seem to mind. She kept kissing him back and running her fingers through his hair, telling him she wanted more through her actions.
When the Ferris wheel finally came to an end, the staff in charge of letting people on and off the ride found the two people inside their cart standing feet apart, averting eye contact with each other.
When they first arrived, they looked so in love and were even holding hands.
But now that the ride was over, they looked like awkward strangers.
'Did they break up?'
The staff hesitated. He didn't know whether to open the door for them or not. He thought that maybe, if they rode the Ferris wheel again, the two would make up.
Of course, this wasn't up to him. The rules didn't allow people to ride the Ferris wheel two times in a row. Also, Leon didn't look like he wanted another round on the ride—at least, for tonight.
After tonight, he could ride it as many times as he wanted.
At this time, Leon had taken off his overcoat and hung it on his forearm. His top terminated right above his thighs, just enough to cover his sensitive part.
He was teasing Michelle about having to take another cold shower when they got back, but what she said almost made him go crazy with lust.
"Leon, taking a cold shower, especially in the winter, is torturing yourself. Don't do it. Torture me instead."
At that moment, his mind went blank. Fortunately, he managed to control himself enough to take a few stiff steps away from Michelle.
Michelle had a way with making him feel like a ticking time bomb. He didn't dare approach her now, worried his bomb would explode.
When they made it out of the crowded amusement park, Leon couldn't bear it anymore. He scooped her into his arms and briskly set her down in the passenger seat. After making sure her seat belt was fastened, he slammed the door, trotted over to the driver's side, and started the car.
The whole set of actions went so smoothly and so quickly.
His body was rigid, his jawline set, but his eyes were fiery with passion.
But he could only do so much to restrain himself, so he sped all the way back to C Mansion.
As soon as they entered the room, he pressed Michelle against the wall without even turning on the lights. The atmosphere was filled with lust and excitement.
Michelle didn't sleep that night. When she finally was able to close her eyes and slowly drift off to sleep, the last thing on her mind was the image of her trembling legs spread out with Leon in between them.
Exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep.
At some point in the night, she felt someone picking her up carefully. She vaguely smelled snow mixed with plum blossoms before falling asleep again.
She had a dream. She was swimming in the sea. Small waves came at her, as warm as Leon's hand, washing over every inch of her skin.
After taking a swim, she lay on a beach mat and sunbathed quietly.
She felt comfortable.
In reality, the quilt was tucked all the way to her chin, exposing her flushed face. It was obvious that she was feeling quite hot.
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