All the people around them, coming and going, were envious.
A man and a woman kissing in the street, the autumn breeze, the fallen leaves, they all formed a beautiful and moving picture.
Joyce was wrapped in his arms, unable to move.
And the people all around were whispering.
"Wow, what a handsome man, it's so happy to be kissed by him, I want to be that girl so badly. It's so cool!"
"The women aren't bad either, are you half as pretty as she is?"
"Do they just have to do that in the street?"
"Ouch, too ashamed to look at it."
"So horny, so horny, can't stand it."
All kinds of comments got into the ears clearly, and the already blushing Joyce were now even more afraid to open her eyes. At the moment her brain was sober, and out of control was the temperamental man in front of her.
She could not bear it any longer and only wanted to find a place to get away from the crowds.
He hesitated to let her go, and even kissed her deeper and deeper, and finally, she bit his lips fiercely.
Luther felt the pain and finally let go of her.
He raised his hand to gently wipe the corner of his wet lips, and a faint taste of blood permeated his mouth. This damn little wildcat even bit his lips.
"Are you crazy, you know where we are?"
Joyce's cheeks were hot, and the strange looks she received from time to time made her very uncomfortable.
"Here, did he touch it?"
Luther could not care less about the people. The thought of Christian touching her just now filled his mind with jealousy, and he couldn't care less about anything else but his anger. He squeezed her wrist with one hand to keep her from leaving and caressed the soft, slightly swollen corners of her lips with the other hand, rubbing them repeatedly, and questioned her sternly.
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