Her wrist was kissed and then gently kneaded, Isabella Weaver only felt she was cradled in his palm, showered with affection.
A surge of unspeakable emotion rose in her heart, and she couldn't help but hug Harry Hunter's waist, leaning up to kiss him: "I was wrong too. You can punish me if you like..."
Harry took the fishing rod from her hand, stuck it into the grass, and embraced Isabella in a more intimate hug: "Good girl, you even know to admit your faults."
As for punishing her, well, tonight she has to be punished!
Their fishing was quite half-hearted, and Harry even forgot to put bait on his hook. When he pulled it up after a while, he realized he was acting like an old fool.
The sky gradually darkened, most people had gone home, only a few stayed to camp.
It was not yet the peak tourist season, so there were few people around.
Harry picked a very nice spot to pitch a tent with Connor.
