"What?" I was stunned. Before I could react, Locas' lips were on mine."What are you doing? Is this the interest I should pay you?" I reacted."Your lips don't taste bad. I've been brooding over something these days," he said as he leaned over me again, pushing me back and kissing me again.There was an unlocked door behind me. It creaked open, and I almost fell.He caught me as I fell, his lips never leaving mine as he led me into the room. While turning around, he kicked the door shut with his foot, pushed me against it, and kissed me hard on the lips.He was so strong. Although I had kissed him before, this kiss was almost suffocating. I really couldn't breathe.To regain my breath, I had to open my mouth wide. His tongue and even his lips entered my mouth. His kiss was so passionate, almost desperate, like a man in a desert craving for water.Under his possessive kiss, I was drained of all strength and could only let him lead me...He made the world spin around me with just his kis
I didn't know how I got home that night. I didn't remember falling into bed or when I fell asleep.I was woken up by the ceaseless knocking on the door. My head hurt a little. I remembered that Sofia seemed to have said that she was coming to my house today. It was probably Sofia.But didn't she have my house key? Why did she knock? It was so noisy.I went to open the door in my pajamas with ruffled hair and puffy eyes. Unexpectedly, the person at my door was Locas with red eyes. Taking in his appearance woke me up instantly. His hair was messy, and he hadn't even shaved. He was holding a box in his arms... How could he be so down and out overnight?Hmph, what did his downfall have to do with me? I raised my hand and was about to close the door when he pressed against the door and stopped me from closing it.I hardened my heart and walked back into the house, not talking to him again.Locas followed me into the room and placed the box on the table. "Mia, your vase. I've repaired it for
*Mia*There were very few patients in the fancy hospital that Locas was in, and his private room was in an area on the top floor blocked entirely from outsiders.After Ade left, everything was quiet and still.Seeing that Locas was sleeping, I quietly walked to him. I had never seen him so quiet. His eyelashes were thick, and his face was well-defined, as exquisite as a sculpture. Only then did I realize just how good-looking he was.In the past, every time I met him, I would bicker or get angry with him. Now that he was lying there quietly, I looked at his pale face and lips, thinking, 'Locas, get better quickly. It doesn't matter if you bicker with me or make me angry again.'I could see from the pallor on his face and lips that he was weak.It was all because of me. If it hadn't been for him repairing that forgery, he wouldn't have hurt his vitality so much that the bad guys had a chance to take advantage of it.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but cry, touch his face, and whisper,
*Willard*I thought it would be Mia and me alone in the kitchen, but she stopped Simon, who had yet to walk out of the kitchen. "Simon, you're not allowed to leave either! Come and help. This will be faster. We used to be good partners in the kitchen."Simon patted Mia's head dotingly, saying that he would stay.Since Mia said it, I couldn't reject him either. The fantasy of us staying alone was shattered and broken by his attendance."Mia, help me whip the cream.""Simon, pass me the salad dressing.""Hey, the egg tarts are done. Turn off the oven, Mia."They were so familiar with each other. It seemed that they had worked together like this more than once."Who's going to cook the mussels?" Simon asked."I'll do it. How about steaming it?" I finally found a little leeway in their close cooperation."But I want to eat creamy mussels..." Mia said weakly.Creamy mussel, but I didn't know how to make it at all. I was a little disappointed and too embarrassed to answer her."But it's fine
After being kissed by Sofia, Willard's mood was much better. He brought everyone to admire the portraits of the moon goddess that he had collected. These portraits came from all over the world, from different eras and packs.Everyone admired the moon goddess, but they had never seen her before. They used various methods to imagine her and express their admiration for her.In upper-class society, exchanging and gifting portraits of the moon goddess was the noblest way to socialize.I never thought that I would be able to see so many portraits of her at once. Some were still very new, and some were from long ago. The paintings hanging quietly on the wall might be signed by an artist who could shake the world and bring changes to the industry.It was fine only to see one painting, but when these dozens or hundreds of paintings appeared in front of me, for some reason, my tears fell uncontrollably. The moon goddess in those paintings looked different, but the common point was that she look
Locas stood up, but his eyes were fixed on my lips. He looked like he hadn't had enough. "This is Willard's sofa. What a pity. If it were my sofa, you would not have the strength to walk out the door."Hearing his suggestive words, I sat up. The intimate atmosphere was still there, but it didn't stop me from glaring at him. "You're crazy."He picked up his jacket. "Your silent follower and admirer is hurt and desperately needs your comfort. I don't want to see you coaxing another man, so I'll leave first."He lowered his head and kissed me deeply again. Then, he said in a low voice, "You must stop before you go too far. I won't let you off if I find out that you have a more intimate relationship with him than me."He did not stay any longer and turned to leave.I was annoyed by his words and shouted from behind, "Locas, stop there. Explain yourself. Do you hear me?"He did not look back at all, only raising his hand and waving casually.Now that everyone else was gone, I was the only o
I picked up the diary on the floor and opened it before going to the bed. Memories of my childhood slowly came back to me. The casual graffiti from my childhood now seemed like from a different world.It suddenly occurred to me that I had always liked to draw since I was young. Moreover, I had always had a unique perception of the moon goddess. Now that these memories seemed to have disappeared, my perception of the moon goddess had also significantly weakened.I heard from my neighbors that I would suddenly run away while playing outside. In the end, the place I ran to was a portrait or sculpture of the moon goddess. Moreover, my foster mother scolded me, "Wretched girl, you've never been normal since you were young. When we met you in the temple of the moon goddess, you insisted on becoming a nun. You even lost my favorite golden ring. If I had known you were so annoying, I would have thrown you in to be a nun."As I looked at the colorful graffiti on the diary, many memories suddenl
My heart was pounding in my chest. Why did Krell hug me in his arms without asking for my permission? Everyone was watching us."Mia, choose me." Krell pressed his lips close to my ear. He spoke so softly that only I could hear him.He even licked my earlobe, which made my breath catch in my chest and my face turn scarlet.The tip of Krell's tongue left my earlobe after that quick lick. He didn't do anything else, but I felt as if my earlobe was on fire."That's not fair," I whispered, hooking Krell's pinky finger with my ownHowever, Krell did not seem to think much of it. He just squeezed my palm teasingly."Krell, let go of Mia!" Locas glared at Krell and pulled me away from Krell.Locas pulled so hard that I lost my balance for a moment and fell awkwardly into Locas's arms.Well, Locas was wearing a men's fragrance, which smelt as elegant and noble as Locas himself. The scent engulfed me, momentarily taking over my senses.Krell looked at Locas coldly. He seemed to be ready to figh