"Just apologizing with words is pointless, you need some real action."
Mark Reed's long, narrow phoenix eyes met Valentine Teller's glittering almond eyes, and he pointed to his face with a big hand: "Kiss me, then I'll accept your apology."
Mark Reed's childish behavior left Valentine Teller torn between laughter and tears, this man is truly shameless.
"Will you kiss me or not?" Mark Reed asked fiercely.
"No kiss..."
"If you don't kiss me, then I'll kiss you. Once I start, I can't guarantee that I'll be able to control myself!"
"Shameless, don't touch me." Valentine Teller's heart suddenly rose to her throat, her hand shielding her chest: "Don't act rashly, I'll kiss you."
She didn't want to kiss him, but she wanted even less to be kissed by him.
Heart hardened, teeth gritted, she decided to fulfill his request.
Valentine Teller leaned in, pursed her little lips and gently pecked his cheek, then retreated: "There, done."
