The Female Ghost In Red [II]

"Are you sure?" He pursed his lips and gave a faint smile.

"Yes, exactly!" She stressed her tone.

Holding her waist with his arm, Zac pulled her into his arms. "Woman, do you know that when you stand in front of me, you are like a rose with thorns. When you lie under me, you are like a gentle jasmine. Haven't I conquered you by doing it?"

"I... I didn't! " Hazel was so shy that her face was red, like a ripe Washington apple. Fortunately, he whispered it in her ear, and the voice was only audible for the two of them. Otherwise, if the people on both sides heard it, she would have to learn to dig a hole and drill into it.

"It doesn't matter. We have enough time to verify in the night time," Zac said with a mischievous smile, squinting slightly.

She was like a frightened kitten, quivering slightly. "I... I'm going to stay up all night for the New Year's Eve."