Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 244

Sophia yelped and leaned back, obviously avoiding John's touch.

John stretched out his hand and held Sophia's chin so that she couldn't get away. Then, he pressed his body against her.

Sophia let out a few cries, but she didn't know what she wanted to say.

Without caring how Sophia would react, John kissed her and slowly pressed her onto the sofa.

Sophia pushed against his shoulders, her mind blanking for an instant.

Both of them were sober. Even though John smelled of liquor, his gaze was steady.

Seemingly a bit stubborn, he pressed against Sophia for a long time, kissing her, not at all planning to stop anytime soon.

Sophia was a little dazed after a while, for she couldn't resist this man when he did stuff like this to her.

John waited for Sophia's body to relax, then he got up from the sofa and picked her up.

Sophia wrapped her arms around John's neck, her eyes teary. Her voice a little hoarse, she spoke, "John, what's the matter with you?"

John walked toward the stairs and answered, "What do you think? Am I not being obvious?"

Sophia was taken aback for a moment. She stared at his side profile for a long time, thinking about what Zack had said.

Isabelle was indeed in a favorable position, but the same went for her.

Sophia pursed her lips. After a few seconds, she buried her face in John's neck.

She was giving him a sign that she wouldn’t refuse anymore.

The corners of John's mouth slowly curled into a smile, and subsequently, he carried Sophia into her room.

After laying Sophia on the bed, John went over to the windows and drew the curtains.

Meanwhile, Sophia rolled over, crawled to the bedside, and turned on the bedside lamp.

The light from the bedside lamp was dim, giving the room an ambiguous and warm atmosphere.

Sophia stared at John. "Who am I?"

This question made John laugh. Then, he slowly took off his clothes.

All these movements were in a slow motion in Sophia's eyes. She stared at John's hands that were unbuttoning his shirt and heard him say, "Sophia, have you gone silly?"

Very good. As long as he knows who I am, then it’s fine.

Everything that happened next went somewhat out of control.

There was really no way to control this sort of situation once the spark was lit.

Sophia kept staring at John, her mind going back and forth between being in a mess and being clear-headed.

In the middle, John pinched her calf, avoiding her wound, and he asked gently, "Does it still hurt?"

Sophia felt like her heart was being pinched by someone, an ache in her heart instead.

Sophia felt like her heart was being pinched by someone, an ache in her heart instead.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," she replied.

John smiled. "That's good."

Things got even rougher next.

Sophia stared at the dangling chandelier on the ceiling. Her thoughts were finally completely messed up.

They made love through the night.

The dangling chandelier in front of her eyes slowly stopped.

She heard the sound of John getting out of bed, but she closed her eyes and fell asleep within a few seconds.

However, she didn't completely fall asleep. When John came over to carry her to the shower, she woke up again from her daze.

With her eyes half opened, she looked at John and mumbled, "John, do you like me a little bit now?"

John didn't answer.

His silence was actually an answer to her question.

Sophia's mouth slowly curled into a smile, her voice barely audible. "I see."

She seemed to be asleep now, for she didn’t react at all.

After John cleaned Sophia up, he dried her body and put her on the bed. Then, he went to clean himself up.

While waiting for him to return to bed, Sophia had already fallen into a deep sleep.

But John didn't feel sleepy at all.