"Come closer, I'll tell you."
Hope didn't think too much and foolishly leaned her face forward.
Waylon Lewis was very satisfied. Suddenly, he raised his hand, pressed the back of her head, tilted his chin slightly, and kissed her lips.
Hope's mouth was still sweet from the lingering taste of fruit, which Waylon greedily took away.
When he finally let go, Hope remained frozen in place.
"Not bad. Really sweet."
Seeing Hope's expression, a mixture of feeling deceived and bullied, Waylon chuckled silently.
"You!"
Hope bit her lower lip.
Looking at his outrageously handsome face with that smug look of satisfaction, Hope puffed up in anger and leaned forward to bite his chin out of revenge.
"Ouch!"
Hope lifted her head proudly. "Hmph! Serves you right for teasing me."
Waylon laughed lightly, not angry at all; instead, he looked as if he was enjoying himself. His large hand gently brushed Hope's hair as he said, "Go ahead, punish me more."
