"Then tell how you ended up liking ." Mia Ginger changed the topic and asked.
"You want to know?" Koa Jackson spoke as he walked, his breathing steady.
"Hmm." Mia Ginger tugged on his tie, nodding like a pecking chick.
Koa Jackson replied leisurely, "It was a mont of impulse."
A mont of impulse?
Mia Ginger paused, and said gloomily, "What? You’re not an impulsive person, trying to fool a ghost."
Koa Jackson chuckled lightly, "Indeed, I’m not."
Only when facing her would he feel impulsive, angry, restless, depressed, annoyed, and delighted.
He’d tasted both the bitter and sweet of love.
As they walked and talked, they soon arrived at the lower floor of the hospital building.
Mia Ginger wrapped both arms around his neck and whispered softly in his ear, "Can we not go up there just yet?"
"Hmm?"
"How about sitting over there for a bit?" Mia Ginger raised her hand to point at a bench not far away.
Koa Jackson nodded and stepped forward.
He looked down from above, and after a mont, holding Mia Ginger, he turned around and sat down with a composed expression.
Just as he sat down, he sensed the fiery gaze of the little girl.
Mia Ginger stared at his lips, her deft little hand reaching over to his injured lip corner, whispering, "Does it still hurt?"
Koa Jackson’s gaze deepened, and he said nothing.
Mia Ginger moved closer, "... Mmm..."
In just an instant, Mia Ginger felt as though she was about to suffocate.
Like a tiny boat bobbing on the ocean, Koa Jackson was like the wind and waves, flipping her over in a heartbeat.
How could this be?
Mia Ginger had already grown fond of the feeling of challenging him.
With one hand pulling his tie, she took the initiative, urgently and fervently kissing him back.
Whenever Koa Jackson wanted to suppress her rampant spirit, she would suddenly withdraw, leaving him grasping at nothing.
"Little minx." Koa Jackson stopped, gritting his teeth and muttering.
Mia Ginger’s soft fingers suddenly placed on his head, threading through his short hair, slightly tightening, tangling his short locks with her fingers.
Koa Jackson was starting to lose his composure.
The intense pleasure suddenly surged, an electric current coursing through his entire body.
Through sheer accident, Mia Ginger—
Even—
He had never thought before that this action could make him so unbearably filled with desire.
After all—
Who would dare to do this?
Mia Ginger never dared to do this in the past either.
In terms of emotions, it was always him guiding her, suppressing her, confusing her; there were no monts like this, where her accidental gesture could provoke such uncontrollable longing.
Koa Jackson’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly, particularly conspicuous in the silent night.
Quickly—
Mia Ginger noticed his unusual deanor.
She looked up, casting that extrely surprised yet puzzled innocent gaze at him.
Koa Jackson looked back at her, his eyes blazing.
How could Mia Ginger have seen him like this? At least, after losing those mories, she had never seen it.
Instinctively, she licked her dry lips and stamred, "Need help?"
Help?
Koa Jackson suddenly recalled that solitary night, his expression stiffening as he said, "No."
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