Suzanne's heart trembled, and her breathing became chaotic.
He kept kissing her in this position, sitting on the shoe cabinet, with her head lowered. Although the angle and posture were strange, her breath was disrupted by him. He pinned her against the shoe cabinet, and asked in a hoarse voice repeatedly:
"Do you want to go to the 32nd floor?"
"Do you want me to help you move your luggage tonight?"
"Do you want to live together? Huh?"
Suzanne felt her defenses crumbling, raised her hand to hook around his neck, and fiercely bit him: "Yes."
"What for?"
"For you...ugh!"
She only managed to utter two words before being abruptly silenced with a fierce kiss.
Suddenly, Mason King lifted her off the shoe cabinet. Her shoes, which she hadn't finished putting on, fell off her feet and landed on the doormat by the door.
Instinctively, Suzanne clung to his shoulders for fear of falling, only to be carried sideways into the living room, still being kissed...
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