Alexander Summers drove her out.
Purple Summers, too lazy to ask where they were going, started to doze off as soon as she got in the car.
Once the car hit the main road, the trees on both sides were adorned with dazzling, opulent Christmas lights. Christmas music wafted faintly from the streets and alleyways, and every so often, couples walked past them, clinging to each other at the crosswalk during a red light. All of this brought a sense of tranquility to Alexander Summers.
In the spirit of the holiday, driving down a vibrant street filled with lights, with the woman he loved in the passenger seat, everything felt perfect.
Alexander's heart was stirred. He subconsciously reached for Purple's hand and gently kissed it.
Purple's hand was soft and delicate, akin to perfectly tender tofu. After that one kiss, Alexander had the urge to devour her whole, following the trail of her hand.