Yvette’s initiative made Lance lose some control over his restraint and coolness earlier. Her arms clung to his shoulders, soft and boneless but with a fatal attraction.

The initiative was completely taken away from her.

However, the next second, he immediately understood what “sweetness” tasted like.

Indeed, it was sweet. It was sweeter than any cigarette he tasted before. The sweetness penetrated his bones.

He forgot the taste of the cigarette earlier and only remembered the “sweetness” in front of him. It was a taste that made him go out of control.

When he clamped down on her waist to gain dominance, she bit him hard on the lips.

He had to stop.

She leaned on his shoulders and panted. Her breath was burning.

He did not push further either. Like her, he tried hard to restrain himself so as not to scare her.

“Lance.”

“Hmm?” His voice was deep as the night, yet it carried a burning temperature.

Yvette’s voice was languid. “Was it sweet?”

The corners of Lance’s lips curved