My Ex-husband Begs Me Back (Ayan and Camille) novel Chapter 88

The back of her head was held by a large palm, she wanted to struggle, but her waist was tightly bound by him, she did not dare to move for fear of touching her abdomen can only tilt her head and forced to accept.

The lips and teeth are the dominant crispness belonging to a man, and the nose is full of pure male scent.

He kissed her deeply, not allowing her to dodge or retreat, tossing and turning and sucking on her she.

When the long kiss was over, her whole body was already brain-dead softly leaning in his arms, and a face was flushed with scarlet even with her ears.

She took a heavy breath and slowed down before looking up at him, "What are you doing?"

The voice has a pouting tone, sounding not like unhappiness, but rather a bit of pouting.

Ayan narrowed his eyes and went back down to peck her lips again, his voice husky, "What do you think?"

His voice was muffled to the extreme, and his hands on her body could feel the heat through her clothes. Camille pursed her lips slightly, unaware of how seductive she was at the moment.

He said in a low voice, "How about not going?"

"Don't."

She finished and subconsciously tried to get up, but he held her down hard: "Don't move."

Ayan lifted his hand and rubbed her lips: "No lipstick from now on, it doesn't taste very good."

The direct and frank request made her cheeks redden even more.

Originally, Ayan only intended to lighten the lipstick on his lips a bit, but now he realized that after a series of indescribable processes, it was even more eye-catching than the lipstick he had just worn.

The look in his eyes was too direct and purposeful, and Camille felt that if she continued, she might not have to go out, so she got up from his arms when he let his guard down and left.

Looking at her fleeing back, Ayan slightly hooked his lips to reveal a faint smile.

At the Hance City airport, Camille received her friend at the departure gate, wearing a mask and sunglasses, and her outfit was also very low-key and simple, and they hugged each other briefly.

Camille laughed, "It's been a long time. I'm glad I didn't mistake you for someone else, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain to you?"

The man smiled faintly, "Still so leathery?"

They walked together to the parking lot, and Camille drove the car and said to him, "Let's eat first, then you can rest early, and I'll walk you around tomorrow?"

"Yes, but I have dinner tonight, why don't you go with me?"

"That's not good, is it?"

"There is nothing good, our relationship still need to say this? I am also more comfortable with you, otherwise I am afraid of running away from the battlefield."

He was half joking, but there was actually nothing wrong with it. He had always been socially awkward and basically reluctant to hang out with anyone other than his familiar friends, this time being the exception.

Camille was also aware of this point, so she agreed without saying anything.

The two arrived at the restaurant, specially asked for a private room, and the meal had come up.

While eating, the man suddenly asked, "You've had less contact with me this year since you came to Hance City, Cami, and I never asked you, are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No." She shook her head hastily, "Just for some personal matters concerning myself."

"It's all right." The man didn't ask many questions, she would naturally say what she wanted to say, and then asked, "Mr. Walker came to Hance City with you?"

"Well, yes, we are currently partners in a construction company."

"He's as good to you as ever, Cami, and there are things you may not understand, but it's clear to me as a man that he is fond of you."

Camille pursed her lips and smiled: "Master Albert, don't tease me, there are things you can see and not say, and you're still good friends, eh?"

He just smiled and continued, "He is still not charming enough to attract you in any way. If he had the ability to make you fall in love long ago, he wouldn't have remained friends."