Lily Turner wrapped her arms naturally around Easton Holmes' waist, stood on tiptoe, and met his domineering and wild kiss.
Breathing became increasingly difficult, her head buzzing, her body feeling as if it were on fire, she weakly leaned closer to him.
The sudden softness that pressed against him stripped Easton Holmes of the last bit of his rationality. He bent down, picked up Lily Turner, who was pressing close to him, and quickly walked into the house.
"Ugh!"
Lily Turner suddenly felt her stomach churn and pushed Easton Holmes, who was holding her, away. She quickly squatted down on the ground.
"Blah..."
As soon as she squatted down, she vomited.
Instantly, the pungent smell swept through the entire room, and Easton Holmes' brows furrowed as he looked at the vomit on the floor. His mood from earlier was gone.
After vomiting heartily, Lily Turner sat down on the floor and, surprisingly, began to nod off.
