The delicate cherry lips pressed against her cheek, like a wisp of cool snow settling on skin. Amalia's movements were gentle and tender, as if treating some precious treasure that required careful handling.
Although they had shared countless similar intimate moments before, morning and night kisses during their days as adoptive sisters, Amalia had never then revealed her true feelings, expressing only a younger sister's affection toward her beloved elder sister, Astrid.
Now it was completely different.
Having confessed her heart to Astrid, she was kissing the silver-haired beauty before her as an admirer.
Astrid did not reject her. She gently wrapped an arm around Amalia's shoulders, the other hand resting on the girl's smooth, round knees covered in white stockings. Her crimson eyes conceal a complex expression.
