Too much tossing around.
If they kept deadlocking like this, the only one getting worn out would be her; after all, he was already drunk and wouldn't get tired.
Sophie Sullivan perfunctorily cupped his handsome face, quickly pecked him on the face, and said, "Alright, Fennie has kissed you."
"Not here, here." Thomas Shannon grabbed her hand and tapped his own thin lips.
"Thomas Shannon, can you stop pushing your luck?"
Thomas Shannon wobbled to his feet and was about to collapse on the bed, mumbling, "Not Fennie… you're not my Fennie…"
"Thomas Shannon…"
Sophie Sullivan was really defeated by him; all her temper vanished. She rushed over again and hugged him tightly.
"Okay, I'm Fennie, I'm your Fennie."
Sophie Sullivan held him and with difficulty turned him around, then rose on her tiptoes and kissed his thin lips.
Thomas Shannon wanted to go on, but Sophie Sullivan glared him back. "Still want more, do you?"
Thomas Shannon nodded honestly, his gaze fixed on her lips.
