With fingers being one of the most sensitive parts of the body, Arielle sucking on his finger like a straw and wrapping her warm, moist tongue over it gave him sensations he never knew were possible.
It was a completely new experience for him, and Vinson began losing himself from the stimulus as well.
After having her fill from sucking his finger, Arielle let go of his hand and continued crying about the vase. That was when Vinson snapped out of his daze and asked, “You're playing with fire, Sannie. Do you know that?”
Oblivious to his words, Arielle picked up a piece of the broken vase and began sucking on it as she said, “Kiss me, Vinson...”
“Sannie!” Vinson carefully snatched the shard out of her hand before carrying her away from there.
“What are you doing? Let go of me! I want to kiss Vinson!” Arielle shouted while struggling in his arms.
Vinson maintained his grip on her and said with a wry smile, “I am Vinson! Take a closer look at me, silly!”
Arielle paused for a moment and squinted at him.
“You're Vinson?”
Vinson nodded. “That's right. The ones on the floor were just shards of a broken vase.
Arielle shifted her gaze back and forth between the broken vase and Vinson before clapping happily when she recognized him. “Yeah, you are Vinson! You're still one piece!”
Vinson gave her a pinch on the cheek. “You finally recognize me, huh?”
Arielle nodded. “Yeah, I got the wrong person earlier...”
Thinking that Arielle had finally sobered up a little, Vinson breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear her ask, “Why are you doing a handstand, Vinson?”
“Me? Doing a handstand?” Vinson asked while pointing at his nose.
“Mm-hmm!” Arielle replied with a nod.
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