Chapter 811: Fierce Breasts
Vincent didn't go too far, just teased her a little and then stopped.
Just when they had finished shopping and bought lipstick and perfume, he pulled Hermione back to the car parked on the street.
He put his hand on the car door beside her in an ungentlemanly manner.
She turned to face him blankly, "Aren't we going back to the hotel?"
Vincent leaned closer to her, "I remember you secretly kissed me last time."
Hermione didn't dare look into his aggressive blue eyes. "Is... is that so? Then you want to..."
Vincent threw the shopping bag in his other hand to the ground, put his arm around her waist and pulled her over, suddenly covering her stammering mouth with his mouth.
Hermione's eyes widened instantly and she felt the air around her freeze.
Vincent's kiss was light and gentle. She slowly closed her eyes and unconsciously stood on tiptoe.
His tongue tentatively pried open her teeth, and she unconsciously loosened her jaw and responded in a particularly clumsy manner.
The fiery breath even froze time and space, and it seemed as if only they were left in the whole world.
It seemed like a very long time had passed, yet it also seemed like just a blink of an eye.
Hermione loosened her small hands that were tightly wrapped around his neck, her breathing became a little rapid, and her whole body became limp.
Vincent felt her change, he opened his eyes and saw her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
His hands firmly supported her lower back, stopping his tongue from being tightly entangled with hers, but his lips were still reluctant to leave and kept touching hers gently.
Hermione opened her eyes carefully and saw his deep blue eyes, which were looking at her quietly and tenderly.
Vincent straightened up slightly, leaving her soft, sweet lips.
The thin and crystal silk threads stretched out from the corners of their mouths suddenly broke.
He raised his hand from the car door and gently wiped the corner of her mouth.
Hermione, with stars in her eyes, stopped standing on tiptoe, but her arms were still around his neck.
Her eyes were full of love, and Vincent subconsciously held her face in his hands.
Just as she closed her eyes again in anticipation, he simply kissed her forehead gently.
"You can hardly breathe."
Hermione opened her eyes and met his cunning gaze.
Her voice was very small. "How could I..."
Vincent held her lower back with a little force, and she fell powerlessly onto his chest.
"You're still saying no, I can hear your heartbeat."
Hermione covered her pounding heart and turned her face to the side with her ear against his chest.
Fast and hard.
"Your heart is beating fast too."
Vincent reached out and flicked her forehead gently. "You are becoming more and more bold now."
Hermione covered her forehead and quietly pulled her head out of his arms.
People were coming and going on the street, but no one was paying attention to them.
Italians are famous for their passion, and it is common to see them making out in the street.
Since no one is watching, there is no need to be shy.
She hooked her little hands around Vincent's neck, pulled him in front of her, and winked at him mischievously.
"No, I've always been like this."
The two were so close that they could feel the hot breath coming out of each other's noses.
Vincent now had only one thought, that she actually dared to tease him.
He held her lower back with his big hands and exerted force, pressing her whole body against him.
She didn't step back, staring straight into his eyes.
Her appearance was reflected in those deep blue eyes, and his appearance was reflected in her eyes.
Vincent gently lifted her chin and kissed her with extra force.
Completely different from the feeling just now, this kiss was more intense and full of wildness.
Hermione closed her eyes and let his tongue enter her mouth, entwining with his. Her little hands subconsciously hugged his neck tightly.
But soon, she felt some difficulty breathing as if she was lacking oxygen.
However, she did not back off, and even stood on tiptoes to actively push his tongue back.
Her response was more proactive and more intense.
Before she passed out, Vincent stopped and gently left her lips.
The hand that was on her chin moved up slightly and wiped away the saliva that had mixed together between them again.
"Okay, I admit that you have always been so bold."
Hermione, with a dizzy head, collapsed weakly in his arms, breathing heavily.
"You...you are so mean. How...how could you suddenly do this?"
Vincent leaned close to her ear and said, "You know what? I can actually be even worse."
Hermione pounded her soft little fist lightly on his strong chest, "I'm... I'm not afraid of you."
She looked so ferocious now that he couldn't help but open his mouth and make an expression as if he wanted to eat someone.
Shivering, Hermione hurriedly closed her eyes.
After a long time, Vincent didn't move.
She carefully opened her eyes a little and saw his face which was trying to hold back a smile.
The limp little fist fell again.
It’s really bad that he dared to scare her.
The little fist hit again and again, each one lighter than the last.
Vincent raised one hand. "Okay, okay, I surrender. I admit defeat."
Hermione retracted her fist, her expression still looking fierce.
She raised her proud little head in Vincent's arms, "After so many years, I finally beat you once."
Including the time added by the time converter, the two have known each other for a full seven years.
But although Vincent seemed to have lost, he actually won.
It's rare to see such a lovely side of your girlfriend, not to mention that our relationship has gone a step further and she has even learned to act coquettishly with you.
The more smug Hermione was now, the bigger the smile on Vincent's face.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because I'm happy to lose to you."
She suddenly became shy, "I...I'm a little tired, let's go back to the hotel."
Vincent came close to her and opened the car door, which frightened her so much that she closed her eyes tightly.
He reached out and flicked her forehead again, "Get in the car, what are you thinking about?"
Hermione opened her eyes and saw his smiling face again.
She got into the car angrily.
Vincent picked up the shopping bags on the ground with a smile and put them in the front trunk of the car.
He got into the car and turned Hermione's little head over. "Don't be angry. I'll make you something delicious when we get back to the hotel."
"Really?" Her eyes lit up with little stars.
"real."
Hermione quickly fastened her seat belt and urged impatiently, "Then drive quickly."
Vincent saluted her with a straight face, "Got it! I will definitely drive back as fast as I can!"
Hermione looked at his funny appearance and couldn't help but grin and laugh heartily.
From friends to lovers, from holding hands to kissing.
Just like her fantasy, Vincent was very comfortable with her, and even if he was naughty occasionally, she would not be disgusted.
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