Gazing at the mint cream and chocolate sauce smeared on the girl's pouting, pink lips, Lin Chen suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He subconsciously wanted to lick his own lips.
Thankfully, he caught himself just in time and forced himself to stop, lest the girl see it and push her luck.
"I don't think we're at that stage yet, are we? Besides, the mood isn't right. Back when you were dating, did you always just go in for a kiss without caring about the atmosphere?"
"Before? Ha!"
On that subject, Erica scoffed and licked her lips clean.
"As if! They wished I'd take the initiative. It was more like them hounding me, begging me to let them kiss them!"
"Besides, although I've dated four or five guys—or maybe it was five or six, I don't remember exactly—I've only really kissed two of them."
