Only you in my love novel Chapter 844

Tim moved so quickly that Michelle wasn't able to push him away in time before his cold lips touched hers.

She had kissed Leon countless times, yet every time afterwards, her lips would feel blissfully numb and her body would feel unbearably hot.

But at this time, her body went stiff and she could feel nothing but disgusting.

Her eyes went wide with shock.

Angered beyond belief, she kicked him with all her strength and hit him right in the crotch.

Stunned, Tim felt a sharp, indescribable pain shooting up from his groin. His expression darkened, but he didn't let her go. Instead, he bit down on Michelle's lip.

The metallic taste of blood quickly spread in her mouth.

Michelle wanted to give him another kick. She raised her leg, but Tim, who had been kicked two times in a row now, refused to be kicked a third time. He grabbed her raised leg with one hand but pulled away from the kiss.

"Bastard!" Michelle shouted, shoving him off her.

Tim stumbled backwards.

When he regained his balance, he looked at her and saw Michelle's busted lip, blood coating her lower lip like scarlet lipstick.

His mouth watered. She looked even more attractive now.

There was a lusty, starved look in his eyes, and he even dared to smile slightly.

However, Michelle's attention was all on her wound. She reached up to touch the wound, but before her fingertips even brushed her lip, a hand shot out and caught her wrist.

She didn't even have the time to react when a pair of cold lips pressed against hers again. To her horror, his wet tongue swept over and licked the blood off her bottom lip.

Michelle's body froze.

The next second, she lost her temper.

"Ah!" she screamed. Her hand arced in the air and smacked him on the side of the face.

She slapped him so hard that Tim staggered backwards.

His face was so bony that Michelle's palm burned painfully from the slap.

'How could there be such a shameless person!' she thought angrily.

He knew that she didn't like him, yet he had the audacity to force a kiss on her. And not once, but twice!

The more she thought about it, the more disgusted she felt.

Michelle was so angry that she shot him a murderous glare.

However, Tim acted as though nothing had happened. A smile played at the corners of his mouth. Tongue in cheek, he just stared at the enraged Michelle with amusement.

But when he saw the disgust in her eyes, the light in his gradually dimmed.

He averted his gaze. Then, his eyes landed on her trembling, reddened hand. "Does it hurt? Don't do that again. Next time, I'll slap my own self for you."

He bent down to take her hand, but Michelle shrank away from him and opened the door. Worried that she'd wake up her parents, she kept her voice low but firm.

"Leave my house."

Tim froze where he was, half bent with his hand outstretched. Slowly, he withdrew his hand.

He didn't say anything. Seething with rage, Michelle growled, "Now."

Her voice sounded like she was about to lose control, like a boiling teapot on the verge of screaming.

After a while, Tim headed out the door without uttering a single word. When he heard the click of the door closing behind him, he paused in front of her room for a long time.

He stood in the shadow of the hall, his face shrouded in darkness.

The second she closed the door, Michelle went straight to the bathroom, ignoring her vibrating phone. She wiped the blood on her lip with a cotton swab and looked for a Band-Aid for her wound.