He said as he lengthened his tone. Consuela knew what he meant.
The woman's face suddenly turned even redder. She bit her teeth and swore secretly, 'This beast in human attire!
She was so nervous that she didn't notice there was a punch away between her and Richie. But the man was so tall that she felt overwhelmed.
"Go to bed, okay?" With one hand propping his head, Richie patted her cute face amusedly and asked in a proud tone.
Actually, it was not really a question. It was a clear threat. It was a kind of verbal threat that made people unable to talk about it.
Consuela's heart raced uncontrollably.
She bit her lower lip and was unwilling to let it go. With a stubborn expression on her face and her eyes closed, it was hard to tell what she was thinking at the moment.
He wanted to tease her. "Do you want to be a heroine and be praised by the world?" he asked bluntly.
Then he also walked to the woman and got closer to her. Looking at the woman who looked increasingly pale, he felt a kind of joy.
He didn't believe that the one who was a coward and didn't dare to refute would have the courage to keep the company today.
"Get off me first." Her heart almost jumped to her throat. Unable to do anything, she focused her gaze on Richie again.
She was always the one who gave in first. No matter what she said, Richie wouldn't let her go easily. He turned sideways and put one hand on her waist. He was determined to get her.
"What do you mean by shaking me?" He lifted one corner of his mouth and showed a dazzling smile.
She thought this man must be possessed. He used to treat her as a sand in the eyes, a roadside player, always in a lofty and mocking tone, but now he could get off the altar and tease her!
It was urgent to go to the hospital for treatment.
Not getting any response, the man tightened his grip and said in a low voice, "Huh?"
"Go to bed." Again, Consuela didn't budge a little but ran her eyes across the man's teasing eyes.
He seemed to laugh at her embarrassment.
"Seriously? You are such a slut, Consuela!" Richie shook his head and sighed. His tone was so serious that it could make people gnash their teeth.
Pretending not to mind what the man had said, she just smiled at him. He stood at the door for a while, motioning for her to keep up with him.
She lay on the soft bed, covered with a quilt with the man beside her. She could not fall asleep because of the sound of even breathing.
As she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she felt a hand on her waist. Richie asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want?"
"Nothing matter," Consuela replied in a shaking voice. She was too scared to say a word, not daring to keep a distance from him.
She didn't hear his answer until she fell asleep.
The next day, Richie got up from the bed. He was awakened by no sound since he had slept soundly last night. He bowed his head and saw the woman who had her eyes closed as if she was still asleep, leaving quietly.
It was unbelievable that he healed the insomnia he had suffered from for many years just because of a woman.
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