"Is that so?" John pulled Kathleen into the living room and sat on the sofa. "Show me your hand!"
Kathleen obediently stretched out her hand. There were no scars on her fair and tender hand, only the dust from the fireworks.
John was relieved, and his tone softened. "Have you seen Sherri lately? She just said that you hit her!"
Kathleen widened her eyes and shook her head. "I went to the graveyard to visit my father and had not seen Ms. Millan. There is no way I could have hit her!" Kathleen said.
Her confused gaze stroke a chord in John's heart, causing him to tremble violently.
He pulled her into his embrace and kissed Kathleen.
This time, John's kiss was different as it was no longer overbearing and violet. Instead, it was gentle.
Kathleen kissed her red lips lightly and explored the beauty of Kathleen.
However, the impact of a gentle kiss was larger than a violent one.