Beauty stood up cautiously, a being she had never before seen was standing in front of her--Lucas, his eyes were glazed, a touch of flush on his face, and his speech was slurred.
A pair of broad hands held her shoulders, the strength of which made her bones hurt.
His deep eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Beauty like a burning infrared line.
"Emma, huh?
I must be dreaming.
How have you become so small?
Are you okay there?"
Beauty was taken aback.
She knew that the drunk man in front of her must have mistaken her for his deceased wife.
In a hurry, she stepped on his shoes.
Under the faint light of the flashlight, Lucas's gaze lingered on her face.
Before she could react, a pair of cool lips covered her lips, which were trembling violently from fear.
This kiss left Beauty standing helplessly on the spot, it took her a while to come back to her senses.
She wanted to slap him, but her hands were clamped by him at her waist and she couldn't move them.
