Upon leaving the hospital, Amelia Sanchez glanced at Oliver Foster: "Thank you!"
Before getting in the car, Oliver leaned on the car body, his gaze particularly deep.
Feeling his gaze, Amelia's heart started to race. Why is he staring at her like that?
"You don't plan on just saying thank you and be done with it, do you?" Oliver grinned.
Amelia looked at him: "What else do you want?"
"What do you think?"
Oliver glanced at Amelia's mouth, and she blushed a bit: "Isn't that inappropriate? Yes, you helped me, but that doesn't mean you can demand a reward from me… Um…"
Before Amelia could finish, Oliver suddenly leaned in close. Amelia was hugged tightly by him, almost losing her soul in fright.
Her mouth was blocked…
Amelia's eyes widened, staring at Oliver like a stone.
Oliver kissed her for a while before letting her go.
"You… um…"
Amelia stared blankly at Oliver, his hand gently rubbing her lower back: "So kissing is this beautiful, no wonder everyone loves it."