The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 11

He looked at her with surprise, as if the person in front of him was a lunatic.

"How about it? Dare or not?"

Alicia shot questions in quick succession, obviously with an aggressive attitude.

Carlos pondered for a moment and snorted, "Why not?"

As he walked toward the door, Alicia grabbed his arm and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Downstairs."

He shook off her hands in disgust.

"The game hasn't started yet?"

"The weekend is still three days away, so there is no need to seduce me in such a hurry."

He was about to step out of the room. So as not to get upset, Alicia suddenly shouted in horror, "Ah, what is that in your bed?"

He instinctively turned to her, but in the next second, Alicia also turned to him. She looked up slightly with their lips met.

Carlos's mind went blank for a while, as if he didn't have a convincible IQ. He was just an idiot who couldn't even tell the different directions.

The soft lips were like cactus petals in the desert in memory, as soft as if the wind would melt it. Her lips moved slightly, and they were like the silent fallen leaves in autumn. She sucked his upper lip and caressed his sideburns with her hand. Her movements were so soft that Carlos felt he was in a dream. She was just like the angel from the galaxy, with white feather wings on her back.

Sticking out the tongue to tempt the other one, then their two tongues played together, and then entwined together. They were close to each other in a magnetic field, and twisted together tightly like the braided hair.