Chapter 129 Every Tiny Bit Of You

He leaned forward again and put his hand against the wall behind her. The tip of the knife in her hand had already touched his chest. “Mr. Johnson,” she stressed, “If you want to continue to joke, the consequences will be very serious.”

“I see you are trembling.” He whispered lazily, “Arianna, if I continue to joke, the sky will fall down, right?”

“How dare...” The rest of her words were sealed with his kiss. There was the scent of alcohol, mint, and a little herbal flavor, like a new cocktail on his breath. The moonlight behind him became demonic and foggy. His kiss was polite and like a joke, but her head was dizzy. She wanted to push him away, but she was shocked to find a knife in her hand pointed at his chest, so she had to retract the knife. His kiss got fierce and aggressive.

Arianna couldn’t push him away. The knife dropped down to the ground. She had to close her eyes and let him deprive her right to breathe.