Help! My One-Night Stand Is Examining Me?!

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 Hold you to sleep

Alana’s delicate, pretty face flushed a deep crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Every pore felt hot, as if it were about to boil over.

She was so embarrassed she couldn’t control herself; her beautiful eyes grew moist, looking incredibly delicate.

“I...I don’t want to...”

Making her touch his abs was just an excuse, he was really just looking out for himself, wasn’t he?

What a scheming guy!

She knew exactly what he was up to and wouldn’t fall for it so easily.

Stephan’s eyes were dark and brooding, like an abyss that seemed capable of

drawing her in and swallowing her whole.

“It’s free. Are you sure you don’t want to?”

Alana’s cheeks flushed crimson as she stammered.

“No, I don’t want to. I’m going home...”

If she went back to his place with him, it was far from certain she’d be able to go home tonight.

Stephan’s gazed at the girl’s fair, alluring face, his eyes burning with intensity. “Your

underwear is still hanging on my balcony. Are you sure you want to go home?”

She almost forgot, the clothes she’d changed into last time were still at his place.

She took a deep breath and suggested earnestly, “Why don’t you just throw them away?”

The man gazed at her delicate, beautiful features, his voice low and hoarse. “You’ve worn them. They carry your scent. I can’t bear to throw them away.”

Alana screamed, internally.

She couldn’t stand him anymore!

How can he be this seductive!

The man coaxed her, softly, “Be a good girl, come home with me. I promise I won’t do anything bad to you.”

Alana looked at him suspiciously with her almond-shaped eyes.

Really?

Stephan gently rubbed her warm little cheek, his voice so soft it seemed it

could melt ice.

“I’m not lying. After all, I still need to win you over.”

“Alright.”

She couldn’t very well leave her clothes at a man’s house and let him get up to no good with them, could she?!

And so, Alana was talked into going with him. But she soon regretted it.

The moment she stepped into his place, he pulled her into his arms and started kissing her.

Within minutes, her lips were swollen from his kisses. She glared at him with teary eyes, her expression a mix of petulance and anger. “You rascal, you tricked me again!”

Stephan sat her down on the sofa for a brief rest. He buried his handsome face in the crook of her neck, where her scent lingered, nuzzling her gently. His tone was a mix of coaxing and teasing. “I didn’t trick you, it was just a kiss. I’m not allowed to touch you, but a quick kiss to stop the itch, that’s okay, right?”

Alana pouted.

A kiss? That was going too far.

In this day and age, do people kiss even if they aren’t dating?

Stephan suddenly grabbed her soft little hand.

“Since you’re already here, do you want to feel my abs?”

Her eyes widened.

Why was he still thinking about that?

Why was he so eager for her to touch his abs?

Was he trying to please her, or was he just trying to please himself?

She turned her face away. “I’m not touching them.”

“It’s a free perk, are you sure you don’t want to touch them?”

“I’m sure!”

He watched the girl, her expression as resolute as a party member, completely unmoved.

Stephan raised an eyebrow and let out a low, sexy chuckle.

Then, right in front of her, without a care in the world, he slowly undid the buttons of his shirt.

One by one.

Alana caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of her eye, and her eyelid twitched, violently.

The buttons, which had been neatly fastened, came undone one by one, slowly parting at the collar.

Those sexy, muscular contours burst into her line of sight.

Especially the man’s well-defined, rock-hard eight-pack abs, each muscle was symmetrical and powerful, exuding strength.

Alana had been too shy to look at first, but before she knew it, she was captivated by his movements, her gaze glued to him.

It had to be said, he really had a great physique.

It was the classic “slim in clothes, muscular when undressed” physique.

He was in perfect shape, nothing like those muscle-bound guys at the gym whose bodies were built from nothing but high-protein supplements. It looks bulky and powerful.

Stephan calmly observed her reaction. “Do you like it?”

Her inner thoughts were in turmoil.

How does he know that seeing his abs always fries her senses?

On the surface, however, she remained composed. “It’s just okay.”

Stephan raised an eyebrow, seeing through her act but choosing not to call her out, and continued to seduce her.

“I’ve already undone the clothes for you. Want to touch?”

Alana held back. “No way!”

“Then touch something else.”

The man undid all the buttons, his long fingers still resting on his black belt buckle.

It seemed as though he intended to unbuckle it.

Alana was startled and quickly grabbed his hand. But she accidentally brushed against...

A deep, hoarse voice emerged from the man’s moving throat, laced with a heavy, ragged breath.

As if he were suppressing something.

Alana’s hand trembled with fear, and she hurriedly pulled it back. Stephan’s deep, dark eyes fixed on the girl’s flushed cheeks, his gaze hiding a surging tide of desire.

“Why did you pull your hand back so fast? Don’t you want to keep touching me?”

Alana’s face flushed crimson as she scolded him, “Stephan, it’s the middle of the night, don’t get any ideas!”

The man thought wickedly to himself: it was precisely because it was late at night that he was acting this way. The perfect time to get ideas.

Alana couldn’t help but push him away. “Let me go! I need to get my clothes!”

She was so shy she didn’t dare let her eyes wander, afraid of catching a glimpse of something she shouldn’t see.

He was too naughty; she was no match for him. The man seized the opportunity to demand, “Be a good girl, touch my...”

“No, uh...”

Just as she was about to refuse, the man captured her soft, delicate lips with a kiss, stealing her breath away.

Then, he took her small hand and placed it on his abs. But it wasn’t just his abs...

“Mmm, mmm, mmm...” Alana’s almond-shaped eyes widened in shock. She wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to run.

The man, overcome with passion, released her lips only to bite her earlobe, panting heavily.

His eyes were dark and intense, burning with heat.

Alana felt scorched by his gaze; her whole body trembled as if on fire, with nowhere to

hide.

It was over.

He was holding her hand against his cock and guiding her to stroke him over and over again.

Her delicate hands went limp once again.

The man’s stamina was outrageously intense!

So long it made her want to curse!

Stephan tenderly kissed her eyebrows and eyes, as if to soothe her.

He pulled her close again, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and holding her tightly against him.

“Don’t go home tonight. I want to sleep holding you.”

A man sated with pleasure, his body and mind brimming with contentment.

Even his tone carried a lazy, contented air. Alana was breathing slightly heavily, her face and body both an excessively delicate

pink.

She exuded a bashful air.

She was both embarrassed and annoyed.

“Stop it. Don’t push your luck.”

Stephan held her tightly, savoring her scent.

“I don’t want to let you go. If you leave, I’ll be left alone in this empty house, I won’t even be able to sleep soundly.”

Alana glared at him, fuming, “How did you sleep all by yourself before you met me?”

Stephan leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Before, I didn’t have a woman. Now that I do, it’s naturally different. I want to hold you in my arms every night.”

Alana stood her ground firmly, “No!”

Every night?

What will he ask for next?

That they move in together?

Gosh, he was coming on too strong!

Stephan raised an eyebrow. “When will you let me hold you to sleep then?”

Alana replied. “Not until you’re officially my boyfriend.”