Madeline kissed Benson so hard that his face became distorted. He then struggled to free himself from her hold.

He quickly jumped down from the sofa and stood far away from her, wiping the saliva stains on his face with his sleeve.

"What's wrong with you? How many times have I said this to you? Don't kiss me every time you see me. Does my dad know what you're doing?"

"Haha!"

Benson's serious expression amused Madeline.

She sat up and waved mysteriously at him. "Come here first, and I'll tell you if your father is aware of it."

Benson took a step forward, frowning slightly. He then stopped and said seriously, "There is no need to tell me. I don't want to know that."