Even if it’s just the back of a hand or an arm touching slightly, there were no overstepping actions.
Pedro Langley was furious.
Just having graduated, his blood still boiled, he grabbed a basketball, made a three-point shot to intimidate them, and then beat them one by one. In front of them, he declared his ownership over Nora Scott, pulling her away with one grab.
As soon as they left the stadium, Nora couldn’t stop laughing.
She stood on tiptoe, wiping the sweat off his face with her hand, her eyes joyful and bright, "Why were you competing with them? If you’d just called , I would have co."
Pedro finally understood.
She just wanted him to take the initiative to break the standoff.
...
Nora said, "At that ti, I just wanted to see how long you, a stubborn fool, could remain stubborn. If I told you to watch, you just watched. If I told you not to co near, you really didn’t co near. Pedro Langley, were you missing a screw in your head back then? If you’d co to coax that day, would I have ignored you for half a month?"
Recalling the past, Pedro felt both bitter and amused.
He still went along with her words, "Ever since I was enchanted by you, that screw has never connected again."
Nora was taken aback, then poked his face with her hand, speechless, "My stubborn fool, Pedro Langley, has never been so slick."
Grasping her hand tightly, Pedro’s voice was hoarse, "The stubborn fool couldn’t keep you."
Nora paused.
Hard to refute.
After kissing her wrist, he said, "There’s no way, I had to evolve."
He leaned closer, "Do you like it?"
After a mont of silence, Nora softly said "Hmm," without hiding, "If it’s you, I do."
Stubborn fool or slick talker.
Aren’t they all him?
In five years, she had changed a lot too, but he still stuck around shalessly, step by step designing traps for her to choose, digging pit after pit for her to fall into.
Clearly knowing he had ulterior motives...
Yet didn’t she jump in anyway?
Isn’t it because—
It’s him.
Pedro lifted the blanket, slowly moved over, and asked by her ear: "Can I keep you this ti?"
Nora raised an eyebrow, muttering, "Well, that depends on your abilities."
He called her, "Nora."
"Hmm?"
"No more drama," Pedro’s voice contained so indescribable emotion and a faint sigh, "If it happens again, I can’t take it. I’ll cry in front of you."
Nora asked, "Like Lady ng Jiang’s kind of crying?"
Pedro’s finger brushed over her eyebrows, the pad of his thumb resting at the corner of her eye.
After a while, he gently spoke, "Like that day with you—"
"Pe-dro Lang-ley!"
Nora gnashed her teeth.
Imdiately angered, she wanted to push him away.
But didn’t succeed.
His kiss landed at the corner of her eye.
"That night, one teardrop fell on my chest. It hurt, more than your bite." Pedro’s voice was hoarse, as he lay next to her, seeming like he was trying hard to restrain his emotions, he took a deep breath before slowly speaking, "It has hurt until now."
Nora was suddenly stunned.
As if because of his words, her chest tightened too, pulled by a force, suddenly pained, as if it was being torn open.
She reached out her finger, undid his shirt collar, her cool fingers moving over, covering the place she had once bitten.
The wound had long healed.
However, she could still feel a trace of the teeth marks.
She lowered her head, softly said, "Don’t hurt anymore, I’m fine."
Her gentle, soft voice floated over like a whisper, enchanting anyone who heard it.
His Adam’s apple bobbed twice, Pedro spoke in a hushed voice, "I want to make love to you."
"I’m hungry..."
Nora hesitated, furrowing her brows.
She hadn’t eaten dinner yet.
Pedro coaxed her in a low voice, "I’ll make sothing delicious for you later."
Nora: "..."
Shaless, with your cooking skills, do you deserve to use the word "delicious"?
Where’s her stubborn fool?
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