CHAPTER 273: CHAPTER 274: WHO IS THE VILLAINESS (2)

"Hot..."

She purred lowly in his arms, tugging at her own clothes.

The alcohol was taking effect, making her feel restless all over. She was too confused to express it, merely assuming she felt hot.

"Should I help you take off your clothes?"

"Mm-hmm."

After her own fumbling attempts failed, she immediately agreed when she heard his offer to help.

Kris Cooper extended his hand. Supporting her with one arm, he undressed her from her loungewear with the other.

Once her clothes were off, the intense heat seemed to lessen. The young woman sighed in satisfaction. She flopped back onto the pillow and kicked her legs a little on the bed.

"Pants..."

This little thing, is she treating me like a servant?

Kris Cooper chuckled softly, reached over to undo the drawstring of her lounge pants, and helped her take them off.

He folded her pants neatly, covered her with a thin blanket, then lay down beside her again.

This time, he intentionally kept some distance from her, fearing his inappropriate desires might resurface.

Unexpectedly, before he had even settled, she twisted over and wrapped herself around him like an octopus.

His skin was cool to the touch, which helped ease her restlessness. Holding him, she let out a contented hum through her nose.

"Comfy..."

"Stop moving!" he snapped, his voice already hoarse and dry. "If you move again, I won’t hold back."

The young woman yawned, leaned against his chest, and stilled.

He let out a soft breath, about to reach over and turn off his phone.

The girl, who had been still for only a moment, sat up again. She reached for her bra, unfastened it, and casually tossed it aside.

With her chest free from restraint, she felt much more comfortable. She sighed in satisfaction, collapsed again, and sprawled onto him.

Kris Cooper’s heart instantly began to pound like a drum.

"You brat, you’re asking for it!"

He was trying his best to restrain himself, but this pesky girl kept provoking him.

He was a man, too. How could he possibly resist at a time like this?

Whispering softly, he flipped over and pressed her beneath him. With a swift movement, he tore off her last remaining piece of clothing.

With a soft cry, Vera Wave opened her eyes. Seeing Kris Cooper above her, she paused for a moment, then a smile touched her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Honey... why are you... here again..."

Still dazed, Vera Wave thought she was dreaming again.

Again?

Kris Cooper was taken aback for a moment. Then, recalling the dream she had mentioned, he suddenly understood. She must have had a similar dream the previous night.

This little girl, does she even think of me in her dreams?

"Do you want me then?"

She snuggled into his arms, giggling shyly, too embarrassed to answer.

Even though she thought she was dreaming, she was still easily embarrassed.

"If you don’t... should I leave?"

"No!" She immediately wrapped her arms around him, only managing to utter a single, soft word after a moment, "...Want..."

"Want what?"

"Want."

"Want who?"

"You..."

Lifting his hand to cup her alcohol-flushed face, Kris Cooper’s lips curved into a faint smile.

"Alright, your husband will give himself to you now."

Lowering his face to hers, he kissed her lips, unreservedly claiming the little thing in his arms as his own.