14.Kiss
785 Words
As soon as they arrived at the mall, Phoebe started yelling that she needed to find the bathroom.
Isaac walked slowly, and when Phoebe ran out of sight, Lucy looked back at Isaac.
He held her waist as if no one was around, and led her into the mobile phone store.
Suddenly, they were so close, her heartbeat was beating rapidly, her pores were trembling, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat.
The clerk recommended the new products of the season, and Isaac listened patiently. He took the phone and put it in her hand.
Her heartbeat paused slightly, and she unconsciously raised her head and bumped into his deep pupils.
She moved her legs, trying to distance them.
He tightened his grip around her waist and said in a low voice,
"Phoebe will not come back."
Lucy held her breath, her clear eyes flashed with light, her cheeks flushed because of his stare, and the roots behind her ears unconsciously turned red. Isaac raised his handsome eyebrows and said,
"Why are you looking at me? Look at your phone."
She lowered her head in panic and randomly tapped the screen.
She had no idea about the functions that the clerk had introduced earlier. But she had an idea of the price. For her, this phone was already a luxury.
"This is it." Isaac took the prototype from her hand, "Don't think it's expensive.
Since my mother is willing to spend money on it for you, you should be willing to spend it." Phoebe didn't come back.
Isaac bought a pair of couple phone cases under the strong recommendation of the clerk. He handed over the phone that was backing up data when he went out.
He slowly tore off the packaging and put on the couple phone case. "What kind of clothes do you like?" he asked.
Lucy lowered her eyes to look at the childish cartoon pattern on his phone case.
She felt that this was a bit blatant. When he wanted to throw away the old phone case, she stopped him. "Keep it.
It still looks new."
Isaac put his arm around her wrist, took the phone case, threw it into the trash can, and moved his thin lips: "I thought you would like it very much."
Lucy had to admit that she liked the feeling of love that Isaac created.
As long as she remained confused, that kind of joy would always occupy her mind. But she would be sober sometimes, knowing that it was impossible to do it but still doing it. If her mother knew, would she feel sad? There was panic in her clear eyes, like a frightened little white rabbit.
Isaac felt his heartstrings were completely plucked. In an empty and deserted place, he raised his hand to hold the back of her head, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.
The sudden invasion of the kiss took away Lucy's thoughts.
Her hand was grasped by him. She was afraid of such strength, but also pleased.
The boy's eyes were filled with lust, and his voice was hoarse: "I said that in front of my mother to protect you."
The dark eyes hid the burning temperature, which was ambiguous as if it wanted to penetrate her.
"Kissing is something that only lovers do. So am I your boyfriend now?"
Lucy's body trembled uncontrollably, and panic spread in her body.
She couldn't control the surging emotions.
No girl can bear the wall-dong of a boy who likes her.
Her heartbeat unconsciously accelerated, her eyes dodged, and she just wanted to escape. She tried to control her emotions, but her voice was still trembling: "Brother..."
"Did you not listen to what I said?"
He held her hand, deliberately lowered his voice, and his warm lips brushed across her cheek.
She looked a little cute with a blushing face. His thin lips brushed across her lips, and his burning eyes stared at her closely.
The boy's masculine aura brushed against her heart, and the burning ambiguity permeated her limbs, as if there were invisible hands scratching her heart, her nerves, and her body.
She couldn't escape no matter what. "Brother... we..." She couldn't finish her sentence with a breath.
The burning breath approached her, and the long kiss blocked her words, and her cheeks became redder.
His heavy breathing sprayed on her face, and the hard object between his legs showed his desire.
She looked up at him in surprise. When she was in the bathroom, her hand touched something hard.
Was it his p***s? "Don't mind what my mother said.
The more she doesn't let me do something, the more I want to do it. Do you understand?"
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