Chapter 570: Happy People (Extra for Monthly Votes)_1

Purple Summers was half-drunk, half-awake, and a bit out of her senses.

Her kiss was slow and hesitant.

It carried uncertainty, exploring bit by bit, sometimes pausing in confusion, sometimes sucking gently as if self-taught.

Alexander Summers' heart was beating wildly, as if there were fireworks exploding inside his head! Bursting with resplendent colors yet emptying his ability to think.

One of his hands, unconsciously, clutched tightly on the cashmere cushion on the seat, forcibly restraining the urge to turn her over and pin her down.

At this moment, Alexander was in both pain and pleasure.

After Purple was done kissing, she held Alexander's face and quietly examined it, her dazed yet serious expression seeming as if she were pondering something.

It was then that Alexander realized… he could breathe.

"I know now," said Purple seriously, "It's the sweetness of the soda water."