Touching and with some overbearing kisses, Nora Smith's face burned.

His burning breath intertwined with Nora Smith's breath, and his warm thin lips clung to Nora Smith's lips. The feeling of two of a kind and harmony made Nora Smith's breath a little messy.

The temperature in the living room keeps rising...

Nora Smith's eyes light, gradually some blurred.

In a trance, she heard Asher Hawn's low, dumb voice. "Nora Smith, let's get married."

Married? ? ...