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    As Marissa answered Connor’s questions, her focus remained on theputer screen. She didn’t notice the change in his mood and kept answering naturally, unaware that with each response, his face grew darker, and his gaze turned more intense.


    Feeling his warm breath on her cheek made her uneasy. She turned to look at him, surprised when he didn’t pull back but leaned in closer, causing their lips to meet.


    His lips were hot. The moment they touched hers, a wave of heat surged through her, spreading from her lips to her heart.


    Her whole body responded, heating up instantly. She felt like she might melt from his warmth, her heart racing wildly.


    She couldn’t resist him. Whether he initiated the kiss domineeringly or she identally kissed him, every time they kissed, her mind went nk, and she reacted slowly, forgetting to pull away for a long time.


    This time was no different. Her pink lips pressed against his, her eyes locked on him, her heart pounding, and her face blushing; she was lost in the moment.


    She forgot not only how to react but also how much time had passed.


    It was unclear how long they stayed like that. When Marissa felt Connor’s lips moving, gently kissing hers, she suddenly snapped back to reality.


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    Once she gathered herself, Marissa pushed him away, finally breaking free from his intense closeness and allowing her mind to settle.


    Even though she had escaped his embrace, she could still taste him on her lips, and the sensation of his kiss continued to linger in her thoughts.


    Feeling a mix of embarrassment and irritation, she couldn’t help scolding him, “You’repletely shameless to harass me like that for no reason.”


    Connor’s lips curled into a smirk as he savored the taste of the kiss.


    “What do you mean I harassed you? Weren’t you the one who kissed me first? Actually, it seems like you’re the one who harassed me without any reason.”


    Marissa was at a loss for words. She realized it was her own movement that had identally brought their lips together when she turned her head moments ago.


    Notwithstanding, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was part of his n. How else could it be so coincidental that she turned her head and their lips met? If she had bumped into his forehead or cheek, she wouldn’t have thought it was deliberate.


    But despite her suspicions, she couldn’t use him without any proof.


    She felt a silent frustration, unable to pinpoint a solid reason to argue.


    This sly man had a talent for these little tricks. It wasn’t the first time Marissa had identally kissed him, and each time felt too coincidental to pin the me on him.


    Frustration bubbling inside her, she blurted out, “Even if I kissed you by ident, couldn’t you have pulled away? Instead, you kissed me back. How can you say you weren’t trying to harass me?”


    Connor’s smirk widened as he retorted,


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