John could feel the warmth of Nina's sweet lips and clearly see himself in her tantalizing eyes. He pursed his lips with admiration and thought how enchanting she was.
Previously, he had secretly kissed her several times already.
However, when he did so, he didn't have the same feelings he had for Nina as he did now. At the moment, his heart was beating erratically, and his ears turned red.
It turned out that the feeling of being kissed by Nina could make him feel better.
In the future, it seemed to be a good idea to make Nina take the initiative.
"You are jealous? Why?" John inquired knowingly, with expectation in his eyes. Once again, he dotingly pinched Nina on her face.
Her face was still soft and tender like that of a baby, and it made him love pinching her face so much.
"Hey, don't pinch me!" Every time Nina was drunk, she would become a completely different person. In her sober state, she was usually arrogant, but right now, she was extremely cute and adoring.
Her soft voice, bulging red cheeks and pouting lips were showing her feminine, coquettish side.
"Tell me, why are you jealous?" John prodded as he let go of her small face and patiently waited for her answer.
Nina sat cross-legged on the floor like an insolent child, and angrily turned her head away. She refused to say anything and kept
k. She turned her head, and found that she had used John as a human cushion. Embarrassed, she quickly turned over from his body.
In one fluid motion, she had rolled out of the bed quickly without any hesitation, and she was instantly filled with surprise and panic.
"What did I do last night?" she asked.
"You were drunk beyond oblivion," John explained. He knew with certainty that she would definitely forget what had happened last night after waking up, so he kindly reminded her.
Nina pondered in silence for a while, and believed that was what really happened. Yesterday afternoon, she had indeed followed James to his secret base and drank a little wine.
She glanced at John, and saw that he hadn't slept well all night. Consequently, she looked at the pajamas she was wearing, and remembered her sleeping posture just a while ago.
She screamed in panic! Her face flushed with agitation.
Did they have sex again last night?
If so, John must have definitely forced her without her consent. It must be so.
Vexed and annoyed, Nina abruptly turned around and ran away as fast as she could.
As soon as she went downstairs, she heard the morning news broadcast. "At around six o'clock yesterday evening, a small bar in a remote area within the city caught fire. The cause of the fire is still under investigation..."
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