You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 807

"Mmmph..." Michelle turned over in bed and groaned. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she struggled to wake up.

She blindly reached for her phone, fumbling about for a while before her fingers brushed against the cold metal of her phone. She quickly turned it on to check the time.

It was 6:20 a.m.

It was still early.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced out the window. From the thin sliver between the curtains, she could see flickers of white dots.

She hurriedly reached for the remote and pressed a button to draw the curtains back. When the window came into view, Michelle's eyes lit up excitedly. It was snowing!

As soon as she lifted a corner of the quilt, a cold gust of wind washed over her. She shivered and draped the quilt around her shoulders before bounding to the window.

She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, staring at the snow-covered ground outside. Servants were busy sweeping the snow to the side, trying to clear a path. Suddenly, a servant's head swiveled around, as though to check if someone was watching. When she made sure no one was there, she bent over and gathered a handful of snow and threw it at one of her companions.

The victimized servant whirled around. Then, she also made a snowball and threw it at the perpetrator. This led to an all-out snowball fight, and for a moment, they laughed and played without a care in the world.

When they realized their laughter was getting to be a bit too loud, they both clamped their hands on their mouths and stifled their giggles. When they had calmed down, they each picked up their respective brooms and continued working.

Michelle watched them with great interest. She, too, wanted to play in the snow!

She tore her gaze away from the window to get dressed and that was when her eyes landed on a crumpled up tie on the bed. At first glance, she knew it was Leon's.

Only then did she start to recall the events of last night.

She remembered wrapping her fingers around Leon's tie and pulling it towards her as she kissed him passionately.

And she kept on kissing him.

She refused to let go of his tie, trapping him in place for her to kiss him.

Michelle's eyes popped wide open at the memory, and she covered her mouth in astonishment. How could she have been so bold last night?

Usually, people lost their memory after a night of drinking. However, the more she thought about it, the clearer her memory became, and the details of last night became crystal clear to her.

She remembered Leon asking her a question. It only took her a split second to answer with a nod. After that, she could only moan whenever she wanted to say something.

But Leon stopped her moans by kissing her on the mouth.

Then his hands roamed around her body lustfully.

It was an indescribable feeling. Her mind seemed to have gone completely blank, and she could say no other words except "Leon."

At some point, her memories grew fuzzy. She could only vaguely remember something rubbing between her legs.

Leon was gasping and asking her to close her legs.

She did what she was told.

Later that night, she felt so tired.

She felt as though she had just climbed an insurmountable mountain, despite the fact that she'd been lying on her back the whole time. She must've been tired from shouting his name a lot.

She couldn't remember how many times she had uttered his name that night.

It was Michelle's first time to sleep with a man, and this made her feel strange—strange, but happy.

As she recalled the events of the night before, her face flushed a bright red.

However, the cold of winter quickly cooled her warm face.

After changing her clothes, Michelle plucked the tie from the bed, rolled it into a circle, and stuffed it into her pocket.

Then, she rushed down the stairs, pulled on her cotton gloves, and rushed into the snow excitedly.

Her boots crunched on the snow, leaving footprints.

Helen had gotten up early that morning and saw a person in a red hat squatting in the snow, playing with it with her hands.

When she got closer, she saw it was Michelle. She hurried over to pull Michelle up and nervously patted the snow off her clothes. "Oh my God, Mimi! You've just recovered from your injury. How could you run out and play with the snow? It's way too cold for you to be outside!"