Natasha's POV

My pupils dilated with fear, and my sight was fixed on the eyes of Winson who suddenly approached.

In fact, I didn't expect that Winson would dare to kiss me like this after so many things

Kiss, gentle and affectionate

Winson pressed his lips on my cheek, soft and fragrant.

I was a little out of breath, but I still shouted in a low voice, "enough!"

"In this way, when you enter the room later, will you only hate me and don't think about anything else that makes you upset?"

I was stunned. Is he trying to distract himself?

I dodged his eyes, squatted down, got out of...