When Finnick heard the words "wee lassie," he almost burst out laughing.
But in the end, he managed to suppress his laughter.
"Please come with me."
The innkeeper left after she had settled them in.
The moment she was gone, Finnick pinned Vivian down, taking her completely off guard.
"Uh... What's happening here?" Vivian was at a loss.
Shouldn't we go and have lunch now? We're both hungry, after all.
"Please repeat that again, wee lassie." Finnick
smirked roguishly.
At this, Vivian rolled her eyes and glared at him.
"Ah, so that's it, huh?" After she had said that, she cleared her throat and murmured, "I'm in need of replenishment, dearest."
When her words fell, Finnick placed his mouth right beside her lips. Vivian naturally knew what he wanted, so she prepared to give him a token kiss.
However, Finnick had long since realized her intention, so he sucked her lips hard the moment they touched his and started savoring the sweetness of her mouth.
In truth, a fire had started blazing within him upon hearing her speak to him in such an antiquated tone.
Out of the blue, a thought flashed across his mind.
One day, we could even try role-playing!
Nonetheless, he didn't blurt it out but focused on savoring her taste.
Meanwhile, Paris was now lost in thought as she sprawled on the bed in her house, her face flushed for some reason.
Knock, knock, knock. Three knocks rang out in the air. Yesterday afternoon, after taking Larry to the address given by Vivian, she apprehensively knocked on the door.
The door was opened by a relatively old lady, who seemed to be the housemaid.
"Good afternoon. I'm directed here by Vivian Morrison." Paris didn't quite know what to say, so she mentioned Vivian's name. The housemaid warmly ushered them in before arranging a room for the two of them to have the tutoring session.
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