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Zoey poked the man’s chest with her finger. "You’re like this, and you’re still thinking about that?" Russell smiled helplessly. "You make it sound like I’m desperately impatient." Zoey tilted her head slightly, keeping a little distance, and raised her chin. "Aren’t you?" Russell’s gaze turned heated as he looked at her. "Yes." Zoey chuckled. "You’re quite honest." "It’s nothing shameful. I mean, don’t you want it?" Zoey naturally refused to admit it. "I don’t!" "Really?" Russell placed his large hand on her neck and kissed her. After several rounds of getting used to each other, Russell’s kissing skills had become more refined—sometimes gentle, sometimes passionate. In the small, enclosed space of the compartment, the sound of water splashing created a dizzying effect,