Chapter 1155
You Hit My Heart
His breath got intense, and his hot nostrils sprayed waves of heat on
her face, her neck, and everywhere.
There wasn't much space inside the car, and now it seemed even more
confined.
The air was getting thinner and thinner. As if there was not enough
oxygen, they felt it difficult to breathe and their cheeks were getting
hotter and hotter.
His handsome features were infinitely close to her. His slender fingers
were unintentionally rubbing her neck, and his deep eyes seemed to
have melted her heart. Her ears were red, and under the dim
headlights, they glowed with a honey-like sheen.
His lips were about to approach her...
Her heartbeat, already beating wildly, thumped and cluttered.
She hated being flirted with by him like that, and her emotions were
stirred up all over.
She frowned gently and raised the gun in her hand, pointing it at his
chest.
"Stop, don't move. If you lean over again, I will..." She murmured softly,
as if it were another kind of temptation.
And his lips were already touching hers.
The cold, hard gun rested on his chest, and he pressed his lips against
hers, smiling lowly, âYou will do what?"
Their lips were rubbing together and every word he says seemed to go
directly into her mouth.
He reached out, took her hand with the gun, and held the pistol even
closer to his heart.
"As long as it's you who shoots, I willingly suffer death ..."
He gently bit her lips, let go, bit again, and let go again ...
The flirtatious words eventually fade into a deep kiss.
When she shrank back, he held her neck firmly and pressed her tighter
to himself.
Between them was a pistol, but it was as if it did not exist.
Her hand was gradually slipping away, perhaps for fear of the gun
going off, or perhaps because of something else. She put down the gun
in her hand, knowing that she had turned off the safety, and she did not
want to make such a joke again.
He just said, as long as it was her shooting, he would willingly suffer
death.
For some reason, she felt a throbbing pain in her heart as she listened,
and an unsettling feeling came over her.
Her hand was weakly hanging down, and the pistol slipped to the
ground. Her body was shaking gently.
He simply held her body up tightly.
Kisses got deeper and deeper.
Unable to hold himself, he never wanted to let go of her, and he just
wanted to melt her in his arms.
After a long time... Actually, they did not know how much time had
passed.
He finally gave up and let go. It was inappropriate to do such a thing
here in the car.
And, he couldn't do anything more than that to her at the moment. A
deep kiss would be enough for the long wait. As much as he wanted to
have her, he knew that he needed to hold back for now.
"You're overdoing it." Joyce reprimanded with a gasp, her cheeks
flushed.
She bent down, picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground
earlier, and pocketed it.
Just now, as if under compulsion, she actually acquiesced to his
aggressive move, and did not even resist. She was totally carried away
by the feeling.
He laughed low and took a few deep breaths to calm his burning
desire.
He teased, "Give you a pistol for a kiss. Not too much a price to pay,
huh?"
She glared back at him with mild annoyance.
He pressed against her forehead, and on his handsome face, the curve
of his lips once again pulled up.
Inside the car, it was warm and inviting.