Chapitre 125: 125. Milk glass

Kizy was still trying to comprehend what he meant, when the hot sensation of glass made her gasp a little. She quickly passed the glass to other hand, while blowing on her first hand which had turned a little red from holding the hot glass.

She was still blowing on it when suddenly Markus encircled her waist from both the sides, before pulling her to him.

The glass in her other hand moved in the process, but luckily the milk remained in the glass.

"Remember not to spill it, little lamb." Markus said, his voice a little low and husky.

And the next moment, he bent and started french kissing her. 

Kizy, who had burnt one of her hands, while her other hand was holding the hot glass, didn't understand what was happening exactly.

But Markus didn't wait for her reaction. He kissed her deep and hard, making her forget everything. 

If not for the boiling hot sensation she felt from the glass, she would have dropped the glass for sure.