The distance between them was close. He had slled smoke and alcohol all evening, suddenly displaced by the jasmine scent She carried with her, making his eyes dark and obscure.
She wore a V-neck white dress, her slender waist in his palms, as if a little force could break it.
Her snow-white collarbone outlined her swan-like neck, an invisible temptation.
He swallowed hard, lowering his head closer to her, hoarsely questioning: "Sit if you want, get up if you don’t? What do you think my legs are?"
She replied: "My man’s legs."
He: "..."
He was stunned for a mont.
Looking into her smiling, determined eyes, as if confirming those words were indeed spoken by her.
And they were.
Anyway, he pressed on her waist, preventing her from getting up.
She simply held onto his neck, nestled in his arms, and looked at him coyly: "Why, you’re my man, can’t I sit on my man’s legs?"
Saying this, She pouted, and sighed pitiably: "If not, then I won’t sit next ti, that’s all."
"Oh, right, I also kissed you just now. If you don’t agree, I won’t kiss you next ti either."
Seeing her aggrieved appearance, He was amused despite himself. His well-defined fingers pinched her cheek.
Chubby.
Couldn’t help but use a bit of force: "Is this a bla reversal?"
She hissed: "Ouch."
He relaxed his grip a little, She asked him: "So, are you my man or not?"
She was a bit anxious.
And stubborn.
If he dared to say he wasn’t.
Damn, she’d leave imdiately.
He promptly said: "I am."
In an instant, She felt much better.
Not caring about the late-night drive coming to find him, from upstairs to downstairs.
She smiled and asked him again: "Then can I sit on your legs? Can I kiss your lips?"
She teased him with a smile.
Like flirting.
His previously suppressed mood improved a lot, his thin lips curved, he leaned to her ear: "You can not only sit, but do more."
"Want to try?"
She didn’t react: "Huh?"
Under dim light, his eyes looked full of suggestiveness.
That straightforward look told her almost everything.
She understood, her ears turned red instantly, raised her hand to push him away.
Just right, he was unprepared, she successfully escaped.
"Enough, He."
He let out a low laugh.
She sat a little farther from him, huffing: "If I hadn’t co, would you have let that woman climb onto your legs?"
He answered calmly: "No."
She knew of course he wouldn’t.
With his taste, he’s seen all kinds of won, socialites inside and outside the circle.
And wouldn’t deign to look at won in bars.
"All calling you brother this, brother that."
She mocked: "She doesn’t even know you, what kind of brother are you to her, a rich brother maybe."
"You n all like this type?"
Asked, he didn’t answer but leaned over to pick a cigarette from the table, biting it in his mouth, tilting his head to light it.
His every move exuded noble elegance.
Especially when half-squinting while smoking, it was incredibly sexy.
She montarily lost her focus.
He teased: "Tsk, jealous?"
She snapped back, pouting: "How could I be jealous."
"I don’t know if others like or not." He laughed: "But you don’t know what type I like?"
She averted her gaze: "Don’t know."
"I’m not a worm in your belly, how could I know what type of woman you like."
ps: The previous Chapter was Pb-ed.
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