Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1686

Talk a load of bull? That was not necessarily true.

However, Mashauva's back was against the tree trunk, and she was feeling somewhat flustered.

What was Bruno trying to do?

"Why aren't you talking anymore?"

Seeing her leaning against the tree trunk dumbfoundedly, Bruno leaned in, his warm breath brushing against her face as she stammered nervously, "I..."

Bruno noticed the tear streaks on her face as he leaned in, slowly lowering his head and placed a kiss on it. Struck speechless, Mashauva subconsciously grabbed his sleeves tightly.

"Scared?"

Mashauva was so nervous that she didn't know what to say. It was what she had wanted, but she was already nervous when he was only kissing her tear stains.

She could feel Bruno kissing away the tear stains on her face bit by bit.

"I-I'm not."

Since she was the one who brought it up, she had to bear the consequences.

Moreover, she had indeed hoped to take their relationship to the next level.

"This is what you wanted."

"Yes, I was the one who said that. So what..."

Before she could finish her words, the softness of Bruno's lips that had been lingering on her face was now on her lips, rendering her astounded.

In an instant, countless fireworks exploded in her mind.

So this was what kissing felt like.

At first, Bruno's kiss was just a soft touch, and the kiss soon grew into something gentle but dominating. Then, Bruno's tongue thrust around her lips, prying them open, wantonly barging in.

Mashauva started having difficulty breathing, subliminally pushing him but to no avail. It was only then she realized how dominating he could be, his usual gentleness, a fagade.

Her strength, compared to his, was like an ant pushing a tree trunk.

Their lips locked against each other for an interminable time before Bruno moved away, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Do you still think I don't like you?"

Mashauva was all curled up into a ball right then.

Made self-conscious by his question, she tucked herself into his embrace.

Bruno chuckled as he pulled her into his arms.

Boom!

Fireworks exploded in the distance, and the crowd in the square began to cheer; the fireworks and fountains had been set off. Mashauva peeked up from Bruno's arms.

As they were behind the tree, they could only see the fireworks through the leaves.

The fireworks had already started? But didn't Bruno say it would take at least another half an hour?

So did that mean they had kissed for half an hour?

Half an hour?!

She blushed instantly again, recalling how Bruno took control from the very beginning and even lasted so long.

They had been kissing for so long!

No wonder she felt dizzy, as if she was deprived of oxygen.

"Do you want to watch the fireworks here or back at the square?" Bruno's voice rang from the top of her head. "If we watch from here, we can only see the fireworks; we won't be able to see the fountain."

Mashauva wanted to look at the fountain show, but she was still too self-conscious to be amongst the crowd. She shook her head. "I want to stay here."

Only then she realized her voice was hoarse and cracked; reflexively covering her mouth, she discovered her lips were swollen too.