The man stretched out his arm, encircling her waist from behind. She leaned against his chest. His slightly husky voice was enough to captivate anyone.
"Always holding back like this isn’t good for . You don’t want to get sick, do you?"
"I..." Vera Wave trembled involuntarily as the tip of his nose brushed against the tender skin behind her ear. "But we... we’ve only just started dating. If we do this too often, I could get pregnant."
Kris Cooper raised a hand, turning her small face towards him.
"We’ll get married if you get pregnant."
Saying that, he inclined his head and kissed her lips.
The fastenings at her waist loosened; he’d already unbuttoned them.
The closures she’d struggled with for so long ca undone so easily for him. This guy truly was skilled at ’undressing’ clothes.
Just as Vera’s mind began to wander, the man’s kiss overwheld her defenses, his hand boldly slipping beneath her clothes.
Feeling his scorching palm slide over her skin, her body went limp, her mind a complete blank.
Turning her face, she tilted her head back as he kissed her. Her entire body grew weak, leaning limply against him as he undid the frog closures on her cheongsam one by one.
Only when she felt she was about to suffocate did the man finally release her. He turned and, with a deft movent, swept the cheongsam from her body.
Suddenly exposed, a slight chill ran through her. A sliver of her rationality returned, and her weak hand clutched at his arm.
"Wait... wait..."
"Vera!" Kris Cooper gasped, his breathing heavy as he lifted his face from her neck. "At a ti like this, I can’t stop..."
"I..." Her face burned. "I... I haven’t bathed yet..."
"We’ll bathe together!"
He reached out, kissing her as he swept her into his arms and carried her into the glass-partitioned bathroom.
He reached up and turned on the shower. A warm stream of water imdiately cascaded down, drenching their clothes and hair.
Her silk cheongsam, now half-off and soaked, clung to her body, exquisitely outlining her captivating curves. Kris Cooper reached for the last button, fumbled with it a few tis without success, and quickly lost patience.
RIIIP! The fine silk tore in two.
Rising steam clouded the glass partition, obscuring everything within in a hazy mist.
...
...
Wrapped in a bath towel by him and tucked into the quilt, Vera imdiately curled up like a cat, pulling the covers over her head.
"Don’t move! You’ll catch a cold sleeping with wet hair!"
Kris Cooper gently pressed her hand down, stopping her. He pulled her up, wrapped her snugly in the quilt like a little dumpling, then turned to get the hairdryer to dry her hair.
Vera was initially too shy to look at him, but she gradually found her courage and started sneaking glances. She’d only ever heard about things like eight-pack abs and V-lines... she wondered if he had them.
The man had a model’s physique, an ideal inverted triangle shape with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. There wasn’t an ounce of superfluous fat, nor was his musculature overly developed; it was perfectly proportioned.
Her gaze drifted down from his chest, and she began to count them, one by one.
After counting his abs, her gaze wandered across his stomach.
"What are you looking for?" Kris Cooper asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice as he noticed her searching expression.
"A V-line?" Vera lifted her face, her curiosity piqued. "How co you don’t have one?"
"You want to see?"
She nodded instantly.
She’d heard about them but never seen one up close, so of course, she was curious. Everyone talked about V-lines, but she’d never actually encountered one before.
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