Leslie's smile turned even more charming.
Naturally, Broderick couldn't help showing a rare hint of shyness-his cheeks even picked up a light pink hue.
Her darling Broderick... was honestly such a pure soul.
Leslie stretched out her hand, and Broderick used a tissue to gently wipe it clean. Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck and murmured, "Ricky, carry me to wash my hands."
Truth be told, Broderick wasn't exactly calm either.
This girl... was downright trouble.
He glanced at her lips and completely lost his cool, leaning down and stealing another kiss.
"Ouch," Leslie complained.
"Geez, my lips hurt from all your kissing."
She pouted sweetly, completely at ease doing so.
If he hadn't read in the background report that Leslie had never been with anothe
