Donald obviously didn’t expect her to do this. He was astonished for a second.
During this period, he was afraid that Daphne would think he was a playboy or she would thought that he had dirty intention of living with her.
Therefore, he never dared to make any move of crossing the line.
This indeed led to the fact that the relationship between them did not seem to have any actual changes and progress.
And this was also the first time for Daphne to fall in love with someone, and the first time to kiss a man initiatively.
Seeing that Donald had no respond, she thought that her abrupt move made him unhappy. She backed up a little, leaned on the sofa, and subconsciously licked her lips, which seemed to still have a smell that belonged to him.
Daphne blinked her eyes which were moist. Not knowing it’s because of drunkenness or something else, she blushed.
Donald put his hands on the sofa behind her, with his black eyes staring at her, “Why don’t you continue?”
Her voice stuttered, “I... I thought you don’t like it...”
Before she could finish speaking, Donald kissed her lips.
After a sound of “uh”, she stared at him with eyes wide opened for a moment.
Donald whispered, “Close your eyes.”
After his reminder, she slowly closed her eyes.
Donald saw her reaction, little by little, until he finally pried her tongue open.
Perhaps she was braver than usual when she was drunk, Daphne instinctively responded.
Sensing her movement, Donald clasped the back of her head, took off the glasses, threw them aside, deepened his kiss.
Soon Daphne was out of breath.
Donald backed away slightly, then hugged her up and went into his bedroom.
He put her on the bed. But when he was about to take the next step, he met her eyes.
Daphne’s eyes were always strong and bright, full of reason, as if carrying all her dreams and hopes.
Unconsciously, he was a little guilty.
Donald suddenly felt that he was taking advantage of her.
It’s only been a week since they have been together. It’s so fast in any reason.
And she was also drunk.
What if she woke up next morning and regret it?
Thinking of this, Donald quickly pulled up her scattered clothes and slowly got out of bed, “You...You can just sleep here, I’ll go to the guest room.”
He was about to leave when Daphne grabbed him and looked at him without saying a word.
Donald licked his lips and explained, “You’re drunk, just go to sleep.”
Daphne said, “I’m not drunk.”
Donald was confused.
Daphne said seriously, “I’m used to living alone, and I know where my limit is. So I’ll never drink it to the point of unconsciousness.”
Donald waved tentatively in front of her and stretched out his finger, “What’s the number?”
Daphne smiled and said again, “Mr. Shawn, I really know what I’m doing. I may not be as beautiful as your ex-girlfriends, nor as sexy as theirs. But I... I really...”
The words “I love you” were like adolescent romance, hovering between her lips but written in her eyes.
With just one glance, the unspoken words were revealed without any doubt.
Before moving in with Mr. Shawn, she never thought about this. Because she knew that they were not from the same world. After so many years, she could meet him again and make friends with him. She had thought it’s the luckiest thing in her life.
But she could never imagine that she would become his girlfriend before she could know why...
During this week, she also felt the care and warmth she had never felt before,
It turned out that it’s such a warm and happy feeling to someone waiting for you at home when you come home from work every day.
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