Chapter 1467 Little thing, what are you embarrassed about?
He laughed to himself again and reached out to soothe her raven, long hair.
He loved caressing it. The long strands slipped through his fingers like quality silk as they gave off a healthy sheen.
A woman should have long and flowing hair to him. From afar, the lady would be at her most alluring when she looked past her back, smiling, with her waist-long hair.
The woman beside him now had a classic look. Her almond-shaped eyes were electrifying when she smiled; coupled with her beautiful crown of black, long hair, she exuded vixen-like temptation.
As his hand caressed a bunch of hair, he could not stop kissing her earlobe as he smiled to himself.
In fact, he was so deeply engrossed in his kisses that he lost track of time.
Still smiling, he drew close to her ear and whispered mischievously, “Little thing, what are you embarrassed about?”
She buried her hot face in the pile of pillows and ignored his teasing.
He was not offended by her indifference and, in fact, enjoyed watching her shy mannerism.
He reached out to grope her breast.
She snorted and crawled further into a corner to avoid his hand.
As a domineering man, how would he allow her such a chance?
The more embarrassed she felt, the stronger his desire for her to concede to him was.
The greatest satisfaction a man could probably have was the process of making a succumb!
He leaned on her body and started to suckle without scruples.
From her periphery, she easily caught sight of his strong and muscular body. In her awkwardness, she could not help thinking, How does this man maintain such a good form?
It should be difficult for someone who typically sits in the office all day to have such a perfect figure, shouldn’t it?
He doesn’t visit the gym regularly, either.
How does he maintain such a fit and lean physique, then?
This is really… infuriating.
She thought of the limited calorie intake she must maintain to present her best self before the camera at the fashion show.
Truthfully speaking… she was hungry!
Especially after their tumultuous night in bed, her energy was depleted totally. All she could feel now was her empty stomach.
She felt so sorry for herself that she almost burst into tears.
“What’s the matter?”
The man saw her look of grievance and knitted his brows in mild astonishment.
Is she crying because she feels bullied by me?
Scoffing, she turned her head away and ignored him.
How will this man understand my pain?
He held her small face, turned it around to face him, and asked, “What’s the matter? Your little face is looking so miserable; it’s as if you’ve been greatly wronged.”
She pouted and seemed to pour her grief in her stare, instead. Just as she moved to speak, her tummy rumbled first.
The loud sound was like a protest against her heartlessness.
Her expression froze as she bit her lower lip in deep embarrassment, feeling more forlorn than ever.
The man was stunned; he had good hearing so he caught that pathetic growl clearly in the quiet setting.
His thin lips folded into an upward curl when his gaze caught her awkward and forlorn, little face. He teased, “Uhm… where did that sound come from?”