His arm was grabbed. He turned back. Stephanie grabbed his arm and pushed him hard.
Stephanie used all her strength, hitting Harold in the chest with her head. He was knocked down on the sofa.
Harold was afraid of hurting her, so he stayed on the sofa. He did not know if Stephanie was drunk or not.
Stephanie knelt on his lap.
"Wendy, are you drunk?" Harold stiffened.
Stephanie wiped her tears and looked at Harold, "Can you kiss me?"
Harold kept silent.
He silently refused.
Stephanie sighed, "Forget it, I'll go out and find one..."
"Anyone?" Harold asked.
Stephanie nodded and covered her teary face. "Am I very depraved? ... But I don't want to think about him anymore..."
Harold gently kissed her lips.
He tasted her salty tears.
It was just the gentle touch of lips.
Stephanie could not help but laugh, "It feels a little..."
Before she could say the word "strange", Harold kissed her with his tongue.
It was a strange feeling.