Then, out of a sudden, a smooth and delicate arm coiled to Lapil's neck. Her body crashed to his that he unconsciously clasped her tiny waist, it's so little that he could grasp it with both of his hands.
She kissed him, he was stunned. The soft and plumpy bounced lip to his thin and dry lips. The light brushing of her skin made him speechless. The next thing he knew, she took another peck and slapped his bum.
"You have a nice ass Lapil. Then, farewell." She ran away, faster than the wind. She disappeared from his eyes. He stayed dumbfounded for a few seconds, unable to comprehend the situation. Subconsciously, he licked his lower lips where their skin collided.
Achis who was waiting for hours in Yanarym's hut had a dark expression, his eyes were sharp and his eyebrows were furrowed. His forehead was wrinkled, his whole face was distortedly handsome.
