Willow's graceful body was so close that he could touch it.
A faint fragrance poured into Sean's nose.
Willow was afraid to look at Sean. She put her palms on her knees, rubbing them back and forth.
She seemed to be struggling with something as if nervous.
"Willow, you..."
Sean was about to say something, but Willow stretched out her little hand and gently covered his mouth.
"Don't talk. Say nothing."
Willow covered Sean's mouth with her soft hand and brought her body closer to Sean again.
The beautiful face, which had enticed so many men in River City, was getting closer and closer to Sean's face.
Sean froze slightly. He had fought on the battlefield and killed countless enemies. He had experienced life and death during his eight years on the battlefield.
However, when had he ever experienced such a thing?
Sean's face turned slightly red.
The two looked at each other. As the distance between them shortened, they closed their eyes at the same time.
Swoosh!
Sean felt Willow's red lips kissing the corners of his lips.
Both of them seemed to freeze at the same time.
Willow seemed more like she was in shock. Her body tensed as she dared not move.
Her mind was blank. 'Is this how first kisses feel like?'
The atmosphere in the living room tensed at that moment.
After about a dozen seconds, Sean suddenly opened his eyes, put his hands on Willow's shoulders, and gently pushed her away.
"Willow, what are you doing?"
Sean's face reddened slightly. He had been through so many things that he could face life and death without turning a hair.
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