Just as Roland was about to feed her another spoonful of soup, she suddenly pursed her lips and refused to open them again.

He asked perplexedly, “What’s wrong?”

“I want you to feed me,” she said quite frankly with a vulnerable look in her eyes.

Roland frowned, feeling rather confused.

Although he did not vocalize it, his thought was clearly written on his face: “Am I not feeding you already?”

Isabel made a face. "I want you to feed me directly using your mouth.”

He suddenly grew silent. Although he did not speak, his reddening ears gave him away.

Isabel continued to nudge him on, “If you don’t want to, then forget about it.”

She hung her head low.

Roland pursed his lips as well. He promptly moved the bowl of soup in front of him and took a sip, then he cupped Isabel’s face in his hands.

Her eyes glittered as he planted his lips onto hers.

She parted a small crack in her lips and felt the warm soup slowly guzzling into her mouth.

made sure to peck his lips again with a gentle kiss,

Roland stiffened.

eyes and looked at Isabel with a new

up. She quickly closed her eyes to conceal the smile

looked at

how vulnerable she looked, as well

answered meekly, "Yes."

large mouthful this time, then he

to him and watched

he was going to kiss her, he suddenly stopped. His mesmerizing eyes

Isabel frowned.

stop?" she whimpered in a sad voice, fully aware of the effect this

budge and continued staring at her without a word. Since he had his mouth

was not going to do it,

and kissed

locked together. It did not seem like he was

upset. She used her teeth to forcefully pry

was there no soup

thrown off by this and pulled

at her, staring square into her confounded

felt her cheeks growing

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