Chapter b322 /b

    b“/bAre you upset because of what I said earlier?” Yosef asked, carefully studying the expression on Skr’s face Noticing this Skr pressed her lips together slightly.

    ‘Does it have to do with what I said? But I don’t think there’s something wrong with what I said! Yosef thought..

    “If it’s not the words, then…”

    Yosef asked, “You think I’m just brushing you off and making up an excuse?” He was taking a wild guess.

    Skr’s delicate brows suddenly knitted. “I didn’t!”

    Yosef noticed her emotions were clearly in turmoil. ‘Looks like I guessed right,’ he thought.

    “Skr, I’m not deliberately brushing you off,” Yosef said earnestly. “I just don’t know how to exin it to you.

    “I wanted to tell you I got drunk out of jealousy, but then I realized I had no right to me you, and that’s my fault.”

    Yosef admitted with a helpless smile, “I was worried you’d get mad if I told you, but turns out not telling you made you just as

    upset!”

    After hearing Yosef’s exnation, Skr inexplicably felt much lighter, though she couldn’t quite say why. ‘I can’t believe I’m letting Yosef lead me around by the nose now,i‘ /iSkr thought.

    ‘How could this happen?‘ Skr wondered. ‘Could it be that I’ve just been seeing too much of Yoseftely?‘

    ‘Even a stray cat will slowly warm up to you if you keep feeding them, let alone a human,‘ Skr frowned.

    ‘Right, that must be it,’ Skr thought to herself. To keep from falling under Yosef’s influence any longer, Skr resolved to limit their interactions as much as possible.

    Yosef asked, “Skr, mind telling me what’s on your mind?”

    Skr returned to her senses and turned her head, only for her lips to unexpectedly brush against something soft–Yosef’s lips.

    Skr paused, her eyes wide as she stepped back. “Hey! Why are you getting so close to me?” Her face was barely two inches from Yosef’s. One slight movement and their lips would engage.

    “Skr, you just kissed me, didn’t you?” Yosef teased, a yful glint in his eyes.

    “That was just an idental brush–it doesn’t count as a kiss!” Skr protested.

    Yosef arched his brow. “That doesn’t count?”

    Skr shot back, “Of course that doesn’t count!”

    “Well, if that’s how you see it…” Yosef trailed off mid–sentence, and Skr’s heart skipped a beat.

    “What?” she blurted out.

    Yosef leaned in and captured Skr’s lips with a kiss. Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy, leaving Skr breathless with heat as a delicate flush bloomed at the corners of her eyes.

    Seeing she was struggling to breathe, Yosef pulled back just enough: “Don’t forget to breathe, Skr, bhe /bbmurmured /bgently.

    Yosef gently cupped Skr’s face in his hands and murmured, “Take it slow.”

    “Yosef, who gave you the right to-

    His kiss silenced Skr’s protest once more. Just as Skr opened her mouth to protest, Yosef captured her tips again, silencing her before the words could escape.

    Without her even noticing, Yosef’s hand had somehow found its way to Skr’s waist. Her waist was so slender. His hand could span itpletely.

    As Yosef gave her waist a teasing squeeze, Skr felt all her strength drain away, and her body went limp against him. Seizing the moment, Yosef swept Skr into his arms,id her on the bed, and captured her lips with a deep kiss.

    Yosef’s hand slid from Skr’s waist, slipping beneath the hem iof /iher shirt and tracing a slow path upward. Skr’s heart leapt into her throat. She instinctively pressed Yosef’s hand down through her clothes and snapped, her voice edged with anger, “Yosef!”

    Yosef replied calmly, “Mm–hmm?”

    Skr snapped, “Yosef! Where do you think your hand is going, huh?”

    Yosef withdrew his hand without the slightest hint of shame. With an unapologetic grin, he said, “Sorry, Skr. I couldn’t help myself. I got a little carried away.”

    “Ugh, you!” Skr was ino /imatch for his shamelessness. Flustered, cheeks burning, she swung her leg to push him away.

    Yosef caught Skr’s leg and, with a teasing grin, warned, “I’m on edge right now, Skr. If you keep this up, things might get out of hand.”

    Skr squirmed in his grip and demanded, “Let me go, you bastard!”

    Yosef yfully let go, acting like an obedient person.

    7

    But he didn’t let her get off the bed. His tall frame loomed over Skr as he nted both hands on either side of her shoulders.

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