Next moment, Ivy's index finger traced Silas's collar before she clenched the collar in her hand and pulled him towards him.
"Ivy? Please wake up!" Silas's hoarse voice was filled with pleading. Even though the transformation had only happened a minute before, he could already feel his body heating up.
Ivy, however, high on the emotions, chuckled,
"I am awake. You are the one who is drunk."
Silas: <("0")> I might end up becoming drunk at this rate.
He grasped Ivy's hand and tried to pull away, but Ivy was much faster than him. Her other hand shot behind Silas's head, and she clasped his hair tightly, pulling closer to her face.
There was only a hair's breadth of distance between their lips, as their warm breath interwined.
Silas panted slightly,
"Ivy... you will regret your action later."
"I will only regret not tasting your juicy lips." Ivy laughed as if she was telling a joke, her soft and moist lips touched Silas's lips, due to her action.
