Virginity in second marriages by Angela novel Chapter 1025

Cristian pinched her chin and kissed her.

The slightly pale lips were slightly cold, like snowflakes, but after falling on her lips, they gradually became warm again.

Serena saw him close his eyes intensely, and his movements went from nibbling her chin to caressing her hands. The kiss was extremely long. If it were not for the sweat that kept oozing from her forehead, Serena would have really thought this moment was wonderful for Cristian.

It was a shame that she would see this in his eyes and then feel so sorry for him.

Kisses could make people emotional, perhaps make them forget the pain?

At this thought, Serena blinked. She had agreed with him before that he could not kiss her without her permission, but now it was a special situation, or, did she have to give him an answer?

As she thought about it, the touch on his lips suddenly disappeared.

Serena came back to herself and saw Cristian looking at her lightly.

Was it because she was thinking about other things, she was distracted and Cristian noticed?

Serena was a little embarrassed, she bit her lower lip unconsciously, thought about it and actively kissed him.

Cristian's pupils suddenly dilated, and a second later he was squinting dangerously, clutching the nape of her neck and becoming more active.

The sweetness of the kiss gradually drove away Cristian....'s anxiety and pain.

The two kissed hard in the old house.

On the other side, in an apartment in the Sunshine Community.

Luca sat on the sofa, looking extremely relaxed and free, sipping his home brewed coffee, and then looked up to watch the girl writer sitting in front of the notebook with her back to him who was working.

She had been sitting there for almost half an hour, Luca finished his coffee and refilled it himself.

When he went to refill his coffee, he found that this writer girl's apartment was not big, but she knew how to enjoy life very well, she had everything from coffee machines to bread and cake machines.

And her kitchen was very big, full of appliances.

The refrigerator was full of ingredients when he opened it.

Earlier, Luca had heard that writers were nerds, used to eating instant noodles or take-out, but seeing that the things in her refrigerator were fresh, he thought she makes her own food.

Luca took another sip of coffee and suddenly remembered something, looked behind the writer's back.

He felt as if something was wrong.

She had been sitting there for half an hour, why didn't she say a word or get up, and he just asked her to make a small change, would it take that long?

Thinking about this, he frowned, put down the cup of coffee in his hand and called her.

-Ei.

There was no answer.

Luca arched his eyebrows when he saw this-he was working so hard?

But why did he feel that something was wrong?

Finally, Luca waited a few minutes, but she remained still, which was all too unusual.

Luca simply stood up, walked over to her and said, "Are you finished? Does it take that long to edit the document? Aren't you a professional writer?

As she spoke, Luca had already walked past her, looked at the computer indifferently, and then his gaze fell on her face.

The girl was sitting upright, but her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, and she was sound asleep.

Who was going to tell him what was going on?

Was she not editing the document? How had she fallen asleep in front of the computer?

And how could she stretch her back so straight in her sleep?