CHAPTER 308: CHAPTER 308: WHO CARES ABOUT YOU?

She just agreed to try dating him, okay?

Besides, who says it’s normal for boyfriends and girlfriends to live together?!

She’s very conservative, alright?

Even if something does happen, it definitely won’t be now!

Malcom Moore looked at Serena Sterling’s face, flushed red, and leisurely began, "Luna, these days it’s actually trendy to live together before getting married. Besides, I already tried being your boyfriend before. Now that I’ve passed the test, naturally, we should move to the next step and try living together."

Serena Sterling stubbornly replied, "Who said you’ve passed the test?"

Malcom Moore leaned in and gently pecked Serena Sterling’s lips, "Luna, denying it doesn’t help."

As he spoke, Malcom Moore’s hand fell where Serena Sterling’s heart was, "Because this has already admitted it."

Serena Sterling stuttered, "Who, who has you in their heart?"

Malcom Moore didn’t argue, only smiled meaningfully.

He looked at Serena Sterling and continued talking nonstop, "Luna, actually living together has its advantages. You can see if your personalities and habits match, and you can see if the ’size’ is just right! Whether it satisfies each other!..."

Malcom Moore shamelessly spewed a lot of theories.

After speaking, he looked at Serena Sterling, mischievously raising his eyebrows, "Luna, I’m doing this for your benefit. Though I’m confident I can absolutely satisfy you, I still hope you can check the goods sooner, only then can you prove I’m telling the truth, only then can..."

Serena Sterling was really infuriated to the point of bursting.

Her face reddened up to her neck, angrily glaring at Malcom Moore, interrupting him, "Malcom Moore, don’t even think about it! You’re used to being a playboy, but I’m not as open as you!"

Serena Sterling became more and more irate, looking at Malcom Moore, she continued sourly, "Has Young Master Morris already tried several women? Hmm? Haven’t found the right size until now?"

Seeing the girl’s angry appearance, Malcom Moore burst into laughter.

"Haha, Luna, why do I feel like you’re jealous?" As he spoke, he reached out and gently tapped Serena Sterling’s nose, "I have to say, you being jealous of me is actually quite cute!"

Serena Sterling turned her head to avoid Malcom Moore’s hand, glaring at him furiously, "Hmph! Why would I be jealous of you, playboy? Don’t flatter yourself! How could I be jealous of you? Funny, isn’t it?"

Malcom Moore laughed, "Luna, don’t you think you’re being overly defensive?"

Serena Sterling: "..."

Being overly defensive?

Is she really jealous of this guy?

Every time she thinks about the possibility of this guy trying things with other women... her heart feels sour and clogged.

She’s really jealous of this guy!

Looking at the girl’s flushed face, Malcom Moore leaned closer and lightly kissed her rosy lips.

His eyes turned serious as he earnestly promised, "Luna, I really haven’t tried it with anyone, I’ve always said I’m still a virgin."

"Yeah right, you playboy, after having experienced countless women, like I’d believe you." Serena Sterling became increasingly annoyed.

Just thinking about marrying him and being with a man who’s slept with countless women is disgusting.

"Luna, you think playboys spend every day playing with women? I’m telling you, that’s just for show. I, Malcom Moore, swear, if I’ve slept with any woman, I’ll never be able to get hard again! I’ll never do that in my life!"

After saying this, Malcom Moore looked at the woman’s enticingly flushed face and continued, "But Luna, right now, I really want to try it with you."

Upon hearing his words, Serena Sterling’s face turned even redder.

She clearly saw the word "danger" in the man’s eyes.

She reached out to push him, "Malcom Moore, get up."

Malcom Moore remained still, his gaze passionately fixed on Serena Sterling, "Luna, you know? They say the most wonderful moments in the world are when men and women are together. Women become more beautiful because of it, and men become more spirited. I want to give you that wonderful moment and make you more beautiful because of me!..."

Malcom Moore had no qualms continuing with his suggestive talk.

After speaking, without giving Serena Sterling any chance to react, he directly leaned in for a kiss.

His kiss was gentle yet assertive, simultaneously possessing a conquering nature.

Serena Sterling looked at Malcom Moore, just about to say something when a knock on the door sounded.

Victoria’s voice came from behind the door, "Luna, has Malcom left?"

Originally, Victoria thought Malcom Moore had already left.

Only because she saw Malcom Moore’s car while taking out the trash downstairs, she came to check.

Upon hearing Victoria’s voice, Serena Sterling jumped in shock.

She quickly pushed Malcom Moore away and sat up from the bed.

Hurriedly adjusting her clothes.

She looked toward the door, speaking nervously, "Malcom Moore, he’s gone... gone."

Saying this, she pulled Malcom Moore up from the bed and urgently whispered, "Malcom Moore, quickly hide in the bathroom. My mom thinks you’ve left."

Unintentionally, Serena Sterling glanced at Malcom Moore’s trousers and saw the... tent.

Her brain exploded into a blank space.

A long stream of ellipses filled Serena Sterling’s mind, and she was at a loss for words or actions.

Malcom Moore looked at the stunned girl, calmly adjusted his trousers, his dark eyes showing hints of doting resignation.

He reached out to rub the girl’s hair, his voice still hoarse, "Luna, I’m not hiding. There’s no need to hide."

Serena Sterling: "..."

Isn’t it precisely because he hasn’t left and went into her room, doing what he did, that he should hide?

Otherwise, if Mom sees, how would she misunderstand!