Chen Fan naturally seized the opportunity, pulling Laura into his arms and covering her enticing lips with his own. The soft touch stirred his senses, while the taste in his mouth was sweet and cool, making him unable to resist savoring it further, unwilling to part.
At that moment, Laura Stuart, the Supreme Bishop of the Church of England's Necessary Evil Church, had gone completely blank. The fact that she had been kissed thundered through her mind, and her heart began to race. What was she supposed to do now? Thinking carefully about the TV dramas and movies she had watched online, it seemed she only had two choices: slap him or respond.
While she was still thinking, Chen Fan's tongue had already skillfully pried open Laura Stuart's teeth and invaded. The peculiar sensation was intoxicating. Laura's thoughts had yet to catch up, but her body responded to Chen Fan of its own accord.
Once she came to her senses, she hurriedly pushed Chen Fan away. However, there was no dramatic slap like in television or movies. Laura's face was burning red, and for a moment, she did not dare look up at Chen Fan.
Just then, several people suddenly leaped onto the enormous iron framework of the Ferris wheel gondola. Light gathered around their weapons; they were clearly One-Tail Magicians as well. The people below and those seated in the gondola screamed in alarm. To ordinary people, this looked just like a terrorist attack, and they cried out fearfully as they fled.
There were far too many conflicts on the Magic Side. Laura had clearly noticed the situation as well, and her expression quickly regained its calm.
She took out a talisman, preparing to make a move, but Chen Fan said with a smile, "Such a rare, pleasant atmosphere,