บท 68: Chapter 68- birth to it

Suddenly, Capone turned his head and kissed her lips, no longer pretending to look at the endless sea outside. She knelt beside him, enduring his passionate kisses, each one imprinting on her lips, even though their position was slightly awkward.

"Sophy..." he murmured her name between kisses, each time he called her, he would suck on her rosy lips, as if trying to hypnotize himself this way.

Sophia felt a bit stiff and involuntarily shrank back. When his kisses missed their target, his lowered gaze would lift to glance at her, his long lashes fluttering, drawing her in like a magnetic field.

Finally, Capone pulled her into his arms, rolling over to pin her down on the floor, her head resting on the neatly folded scarf.

"I'm not that delicate!" They were so close that they could whisper softly, clearly hearing each other.

"I'm not saying you're delicate, but you're hurt right now, so of course you need to be more comfortable while sleeping... um..."