"Are you ready?" Angela asked, crouching by the basin, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the girl opposite her.
"Absolutely. And what about you? Can you accept the fact that you'll be assisting me in gathering candies?" The other girl responded defiantly.
"Hah, I hope you won't flee once you lose. There are people here who can testify!" Angela countered.
"Alright, ladies, we're about to begin," announced the young man standing beside them, who had provided the basin and apples. He found the bet between a 5-year-old and an 11-year-old girl rather amusing.
"Ready... Start!" With the young man's voice, Angela stretched her neck and leaned forward to take a bite of one of the apples. Unfortunately, her technique fell short, and the apple slipped away. However, the other girl also struggled to sink her teeth into the apple.
Undeterred, Angela took a deep breath and made another attempt. This time, she pressed the apple against the side of the basin, using her teeth to break the skin gently. With a careful motion, she tilted her head back, reminiscent of a seal, and pushed the apple out of the water.
Once the apple surfaced, it was deemed a triumph. Angela swiftly removed it from the water, setting it aside, and then turned her attention to the little girl who was still grappling with her first apple.
Angela couldn't help but find amusement in the situation, and she proceeded to bite into the second apple. However, her eagerness got the better of her, resulting in a few failed attempts that caused the apple to slip away from the edge.
Seizing the opportunity, the little girl capitalized on Angela's mishap and used the momentum to sink her teeth into one of the apples.
Angela grew increasingly frustrated with her attempts and quickened her pace. However, she soon realized that this challenge required skill rather than just speed. Despite her haste, the apples continued to slip from her grasp while the other girl successfully bit into yet another apple.
A sense of anxiety crept over Angela as she observed the remaining two apples in the basin. If the other girl managed to bite into just one more, she would claim victory. The thought of losing to someone six years her junior intensified Angela's determination not to be defeated.
In that instant, Angela became acutely aware of the soreness in her neck and waist. Due to the height difference between her and the shorter girl, Angela had to bend over during the competition. It felt unjust to her.
"This isn't fair!" Angela grumbled in annoyance. She observed intently as the little girl cautiously positioned herself to bite into one of the apples conveniently placed near the edge.
Then, with a sudden burst of determination, Angela used her mouth to push the apple directly in front of her, forcefully colliding with it and causing the apple to be dislodged.
The little girl glanced at Angela in surprise, but Angela paid no heed to her reaction. With a sense of urgency, she swiftly pursued one of the apples, determined to seize the opportunity.
After all, the rules did not explicitly forbid such interference. However, her bold move was met with swift retaliation. As Angela guided one apple towards the edge of the basin, the other apple unexpectedly collided with it, sending the apple she had been poised to bite into flying away.
Angela's eyes narrowed with anger as she locked gazes with the little girl, who defiantly returned her glare. And so, the two of them engaged in a fierce battle of interference.
For a brief period, neither of them managed to sink their teeth into an apple. The onlookers, initially murmuring among themselves, couldn't contain their laughter when they witnessed this spectacle.
Jessica, who had been observing the entire ordeal, couldn't help but feel the urge to shield her eyes. Didn't Angela understand that this stalemate was detrimental to her position?
Angela was well aware that bending over would tire her more than her opponent, and if the other girl bit into one more apple, she would win, while Angela had to bite both apples in the basin. However, she had a plan.
After once again pushing the apple in front of the girl away, the apple she had pushed suddenly floated back along the rippling water. Angela, who had been waiting, lightly bit into it, effortlessly lifting it out of the water. She then reached out, took it off, and set it aside, immediately chasing after the last apple.
The entire sequence unfolded within a mere ten seconds. Caught off guard, the other girl had no opportunity to intercept the apple that was skillfully knocked away and sent back, leaving her only to witness Angela successfully sinking her teeth into it.
This cunning maneuver was Angela's secret trick. Amidst the earlier distractions, Angela had subtly targeted one of the apples. With each push using her mouth, she purposefully ground her teeth against it at the same spot. After several strategic attempts, two small indentations formed, rendering it effortless for Angela to bite into the apple.
The intensity of the scene reached new heights as the outcome hinged on the remaining apple. Angela and the little girl engaged in a relentless struggle, each attempting to seize the apple from the other's mouth whenever it was pushed within reach. The battle transformed into a prolonged contest of wills, as neither of them was willing to concede defeat.
Angela's frustration mounted as her neck and waist throbbed with discomfort. The need to swiftly conclude the competition became more pressing. She recognized that employing her secret trick once more was necessary, despite the associated risks it entailed.
One attempt, two attempts... the surface of the apple began to show small dents. Angela controlled her force well, not biting through the skin completely. It seemed that the little girl hadn't noticed.
Then, as the apple drifted back again, just as the little girl was about to bite into it, she suddenly changed direction, running around and pushing the apple away from Angela.
Angela was taken aback, and before she could react, her mouth was pressed against two wet and cold lips, and at the same time, a small tongue slipped into her mouth. It stirred around for a moment, leaving Angela stunned and blank.
In response to the girl's actions, Angela's head dipped downward, inadvertently submerging her nose in the water. In a sudden and unexpected rush, a significant amount of water surged into her nostrils as she attempted to breathe. Hastily, she straightened her body, coughing vigorously in the vacant space.
This momentary setback provided an opening for the little girl, who capitalized on the opportunity to triumphantly bite into the final apple.
"Damn it!" Angela gasped, her muttering barely audible. Her face flushed crimson with a mix of emotions.
While she refrained from complaining about the little girl's tactics, Angela seethed with anger over being kissed in such a manner. Perhaps the little girl didn't grasp the significance of the act, but for Angela, it left her grappling with an indescribable feeling.
Was it happiness? Dislike? Discomfort? Bliss? The range of emotions baffled her. Nonetheless, even if it had been unintentional, Angela couldn't shake off the embarrassment and indignation that swelled within her. This unexpected incident marked a first for her in her "forty" years, intensifying her sense of self-consciousness.
"Alright, Angela, losing is simply part of the game. It's not something to dwell on," Jessica consoled, approaching Angela and gently using a handkerchief to wipe the water droplets off her face.
As Angela had her back turned to Jessica, she couldn't see the exact details of what had transpired, but she understood that she had come up short. In response, Jessica swiftly offered her comforting support.
"Young lady, there is no shame in losing. Competitions have both winners and losers,"
"Yes, age doesn't necessarily give an advantage in this type of competition," chimed in one of the onlookers who had been observing nearby, joining in to console Angela.
Sensing her disappointment, a few others from the watching crowd also approached to offer their support. Angela mustered a smile, nodding in acknowledgment before releasing a sigh.
At this point, the little girl, with a dried face, confidently took a few steps forward, puffing out her chest proudly. "You lost," she declared.
Though Angela seethed with anger, she exerted every effort to regain her composure and responded with a stoic expression, "Alright, where would you like to begin?"
"We're heading to the house across the street!" The little girl pointed in that direction before throwing Angela an unexpected question. "By the way, should I address you as Hallie Parker or Annie Parker?"
Angela's frustration surged as she snapped back, "I am neither Hallie nor Annie. Look, kid, I have no interest in knowing who you are, so you shouldn't bother trying to figure out my identity either. In any case, I will give you all the candies and coins that were promised to you before bedtime tonight!" Her words dripped with anger as she went on a tirade, her gaze shifting to Jessica, who had been pulling her along. "What's the matter, Jessica?"
Jessica shrugged helplessly, her expression conveying her lack of answers. "Angie, she's asking if you're Holly Parker or Annie Parker."
"Damn it, Jessica, do you even know who I am..." Angela began to retort, but she abruptly halted her sentence, turning around to face the little girl.
With a mischievous smile, the little girl simply shrugged and spoke, "I really love your movie《The Parent Trap》"
Angela's mouth hung agape, at a loss for words. She had never considered herself a celebrity, even during the filming of《The Parent Trap》when her classmates showed curiosity. However, those instances involved people she knew. This was the first time she had been recognized by a stranger on the street, especially at night.
She swiftly surveyed her surroundings, ensuring that the onlookers had all departed for their own amusement, leaving no one around to eavesdrop. Letting out a sigh of relief, she shifted her gaze to the little girl, a sense of frustration mingling with her perplexed expression.
Realizing that getting angry wouldn't serve any purpose, Angela resigned herself to the situation. "Alright, I'm Angela Mason," she finally uttered, scratching her head in mild exasperation.
"Pleasure to meet you, Angela," the other girl, whose maturity exceeded her apparent age, extended her hand in a poised manner. "I've done a few commercials myself, and perhaps I'll venture into movies in the future. I'm Lindsay Lohan."
Angela internally shrugged, silently remarking on yet another young girl with Hollywood aspirations. Nevertheless, she reciprocated Lindsay's handshake and replied, "Nice to meet you, Lindsay..."
Her words trailed off, her tongue tied, as she stared at Lindsay, who remained motionless. The little girl peculiarly touched her own face and asked with caution, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, really. Just a fleeting thought," Angela responded with a peculiar tone. She wished this were unfolding in a comic book so she could widen her eyes dramatically, perhaps even have them pop out of their sockets.
My goodness, could anything be more absurd than the lead character from the movie standing right before her, proclaiming her adoration for it?
Angela glanced at Lindsay, who was currently shaking hands with Jessica from the side. A sense of familiarity dawned upon her. The red hair, the distinctive features—it could only be Lindsay Lohan. Angela felt an overwhelming impulse to cry. It was all too much, a seemingly cruel mockery.
Suddenly, a realization struck her. In her previous life, Lindsay had undoubtedly been a prominent figure. And now, she had engaged in that unexpected "kiss" with their tongues...
"Oh, dear God!" Angela's body tingled with an odd sensation. While she didn't find it repulsive, she felt an overwhelming desire to sink into the ground.
Her first "French kiss" had been taken away in such a manner?!
"Are you ready?" Angela asked, crouching by the basin, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the girl opposite her.
"Absolutely. And what about you? Can you accept the fact that you'll be assisting me in gathering candies?" The other girl responded defiantly.
"Hah, I hope you won't flee once you lose. There are people here who can testify!" Angela countered.
"Alright, ladies, we're about to begin," announced the young man standing beside them, who had provided the basin and apples. He found the bet between a 5-year-old and an 11-year-old girl rather amusing.
"Ready... Start!" With the young man's voice, Angela stretched her neck and leaned forward to take a bite of one of the apples. Unfortunately, her technique fell short, and the apple slipped away. However, the other girl also struggled to sink her teeth into the apple.
Undeterred, Angela took a deep breath and made another attempt. This time, she pressed the apple against the side of the basin, using her teeth to break the skin gently. With a careful motion, she tilted her head back, reminiscent of a seal, and pushed the apple out of the water.
Once the apple surfaced, it was deemed a triumph. Angela swiftly removed it from the water, setting it aside, and then turned her attention to the little girl who was still grappling with her first apple.
Angela couldn't help but find amusement in the situation, and she proceeded to bite into the second apple. However, her eagerness got the better of her, resulting in a few failed attempts that caused the apple to slip away from the edge.
Seizing the opportunity, the little girl capitalized on Angela's mishap and used the momentum to sink her teeth into one of the apples.
Angela grew increasingly frustrated with her attempts and quickened her pace. However, she soon realized that this challenge required skill rather than just speed. Despite her haste, the apples continued to slip from her grasp while the other girl successfully bit into yet another apple.
A sense of anxiety crept over Angela as she observed the remaining two apples in the basin. If the other girl managed to bite into just one more, she would claim victory. The thought of losing to someone six years her junior intensified Angela's determination not to be defeated.
In that instant, Angela became acutely aware of the soreness in her neck and waist. Due to the height difference between her and the shorter girl, Angela had to bend over during the competition. It felt unjust to her.
"This isn't fair!" Angela grumbled in annoyance. She observed intently as the little girl cautiously positioned herself to bite into one of the apples conveniently placed near the edge.
Then, with a sudden burst of determination, Angela used her mouth to push the apple directly in front of her, forcefully colliding with it and causing the apple to be dislodged.
The little girl glanced at Angela in surprise, but Angela paid no heed to her reaction. With a sense of urgency, she swiftly pursued one of the apples, determined to seize the opportunity.
After all, the rules did not explicitly forbid such interference. However, her bold move was met with swift retaliation. As Angela guided one apple towards the edge of the basin, the other apple unexpectedly collided with it, sending the apple she had been poised to bite into flying away.
Angela's eyes narrowed with anger as she locked gazes with the little girl, who defiantly returned her glare. And so, the two of them engaged in a fierce battle of interference.
For a brief period, neither of them managed to sink their teeth into an apple. The onlookers, initially murmuring among themselves, couldn't contain their laughter when they witnessed this spectacle.
Jessica, who had been observing the entire ordeal, couldn't help but feel the urge to shield her eyes. Didn't Angela understand that this stalemate was detrimental to her position?
Angela was well aware that bending over would tire her more than her opponent, and if the other girl bit into one more apple, she would win, while Angela had to bite both apples in the basin. However, she had a plan.
After once again pushing the apple in front of the girl away, the apple she had pushed suddenly floated back along the rippling water. Angela, who had been waiting, lightly bit into it, effortlessly lifting it out of the water. She then reached out, took it off, and set it aside, immediately chasing after the last apple.
The entire sequence unfolded within a mere ten seconds. Caught off guard, the other girl had no opportunity to intercept the apple that was skillfully knocked away and sent back, leaving her only to witness Angela successfully sinking her teeth into it.
This cunning maneuver was Angela's secret trick. Amidst the earlier distractions, Angela had subtly targeted one of the apples. With each push using her mouth, she purposefully ground her teeth against it at the same spot. After several strategic attempts, two small indentations formed, rendering it effortless for Angela to bite into the apple.
The intensity of the scene reached new heights as the outcome hinged on the remaining apple. Angela and the little girl engaged in a relentless struggle, each attempting to seize the apple from the other's mouth whenever it was pushed within reach. The battle transformed into a prolonged contest of wills, as neither of them was willing to concede defeat.
Angela's frustration mounted as her neck and waist throbbed with discomfort. The need to swiftly conclude the competition became more pressing. She recognized that employing her secret trick once more was necessary, despite the associated risks it entailed.
One attempt, two attempts... the surface of the apple began to show small dents. Angela controlled her force well, not biting through the skin completely. It seemed that the little girl hadn't noticed.
Then, as the apple drifted back again, just as the little girl was about to bite into it, she suddenly changed direction, running around and pushing the apple away from Angela.
Angela was taken aback, and before she could react, her mouth was pressed against two wet and cold lips, and at the same time, a small tongue slipped into her mouth. It stirred around for a moment, leaving Angela stunned and blank.
In response to the girl's actions, Angela's head dipped downward, inadvertently submerging her nose in the water. In a sudden and unexpected rush, a significant amount of water surged into her nostrils as she attempted to breathe. Hastily, she straightened her body, coughing vigorously in the vacant space.
This momentary setback provided an opening for the little girl, who capitalized on the opportunity to triumphantly bite into the final apple.
"Damn it!" Angela gasped, her muttering barely audible. Her face flushed crimson with a mix of emotions.
While she refrained from complaining about the little girl's tactics, Angela seethed with anger over being kissed in such a manner. Perhaps the little girl didn't grasp the significance of the act, but for Angela, it left her grappling with an indescribable feeling.
Was it happiness? Dislike? Discomfort? Bliss? The range of emotions baffled her. Nonetheless, even if it had been unintentional, Angela couldn't shake off the embarrassment and indignation that swelled within her. This unexpected incident marked a first for her in her "forty" years, intensifying her sense of self-consciousness.
"Alright, Angela, losing is simply part of the game. It's not something to dwell on," Jessica consoled, approaching Angela and gently using a handkerchief to wipe the water droplets off her face.
As Angela had her back turned to Jessica, she couldn't see the exact details of what had transpired, but she understood that she had come up short. In response, Jessica swiftly offered her comforting support.
"Young lady, there is no shame in losing. Competitions have both winners and losers,"
"Yes, age doesn't necessarily give an advantage in this type of competition," chimed in one of the onlookers who had been observing nearby, joining in to console Angela.
Sensing her disappointment, a few others from the watching crowd also approached to offer their support. Angela mustered a smile, nodding in acknowledgment before releasing a sigh.
At this point, the little girl, with a dried face, confidently took a few steps forward, puffing out her chest proudly. "You lost," she declared.
Though Angela seethed with anger, she exerted every effort to regain her composure and responded with a stoic expression, "Alright, where would you like to begin?"
"We're heading to the house across the street!" The little girl pointed in that direction before throwing Angela an unexpected question. "By the way, should I address you as Hallie Parker or Annie Parker?"
Angela's frustration surged as she snapped back, "I am neither Hallie nor Annie. Look, kid, I have no interest in knowing who you are, so you shouldn't bother trying to figure out my identity either. In any case, I will give you all the candies and coins that were promised to you before bedtime tonight!" Her words dripped with anger as she went on a tirade, her gaze shifting to Jessica, who had been pulling her along. "What's the matter, Jessica?"
Jessica shrugged helplessly, her expression conveying her lack of answers. "Angie, she's asking if you're Holly Parker or Annie Parker."
"Damn it, Jessica, do you even know who I am..." Angela began to retort, but she abruptly halted her sentence, turning around to face the little girl.
With a mischievous smile, the little girl simply shrugged and spoke, "I really love your movie《The Parent Trap》"
Angela's mouth hung agape, at a loss for words. She had never considered herself a celebrity, even during the filming of《The Parent Trap》when her classmates showed curiosity. However, those instances involved people she knew. This was the first time she had been recognized by a stranger on the street, especially at night.
She swiftly surveyed her surroundings, ensuring that the onlookers had all departed for their own amusement, leaving no one around to eavesdrop. Letting out a sigh of relief, she shifted her gaze to the little girl, a sense of frustration mingling with her perplexed expression.
Realizing that getting angry wouldn't serve any purpose, Angela resigned herself to the situation. "Alright, I'm Angela Mason," she finally uttered, scratching her head in mild exasperation.
"Pleasure to meet you, Angela," the other girl, whose maturity exceeded her apparent age, extended her hand in a poised manner. "I've done a few commercials myself, and perhaps I'll venture into movies in the future. I'm Lindsay Lohan."
Angela internally shrugged, silently remarking on yet another young girl with Hollywood aspirations. Nevertheless, she reciprocated Lindsay's handshake and replied, "Nice to meet you, Lindsay..."
Her words trailed off, her tongue tied, as she stared at Lindsay, who remained motionless. The little girl peculiarly touched her own face and asked with caution, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, really. Just a fleeting thought," Angela responded with a peculiar tone. She wished this were unfolding in a comic book so she could widen her eyes dramatically, perhaps even have them pop out of their sockets.
My goodness, could anything be more absurd than the lead character from the movie standing right before her, proclaiming her adoration for it?
Angela glanced at Lindsay, who was currently shaking hands with Jessica from the side. A sense of familiarity dawned upon her. The red hair, the distinctive features—it could only be Lindsay Lohan. Angela felt an overwhelming impulse to cry. It was all too much, a seemingly cruel mockery.
Suddenly, a realization struck her. In her previous life, Lindsay had undoubtedly been a prominent figure. And now, she had engaged in that unexpected "kiss" with their tongues...
"Oh, dear God!" Angela's body tingled with an odd sensation. While she didn't find it repulsive, she felt an overwhelming desire to sink into the ground.
Her first "French kiss" had been taken away in such a manner?!
