Chapter 62

Their faces were only a finger's distance apart . He turned his head and his cheek brushed the corner of her lips, which were soft and cold.

Sophia wanted to get closer to him, so she put down what she was doing, put her arms on his shoulders, and rested her chin on them.

When I suddenly met those deep and bright eyes, I was stunned for a moment.

Only when she got closer did she realize how handsome this man was. His skin was as good as hers, with no visible pores at all, and his facial features were as deep as if they were carved by a knife. Especially his thin crimson lips, which immediately brought her thoughts back to the kiss in the morning, and her legs felt weak...

She slid her small hand down and supported herself on the dining table. She put her other hand on his shoulder, bent over, and used her height advantage to get closer.

The beautiful eyes blinked, "We are husband and wife, what's the difference between you and me?"

Their breaths intertwined and they moved closer.

Michael leaned back calmly, creating some distance, "That's not what you say when you're spending money."

His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were dark and dangerous.

But Sophia didn't notice.

But when she saw him backing off, she immediately thought of the scene in the morning when he pushed her away. She became even more excited, leaning over and pressing him lower, continuing the table-banging action to the end.

"You were the one who said we didn't need to continue shopping. Are you still angry?"

"..."

Michael didn't understand her irrelevant answer. But at this distance, the sweet scent of the little woman was invading everywhere, which was undoubtedly challenging his patience . He stretched out his long hand, wrapped his arm around Sophia's waist, and easily brought her to his knees.

"ah!"

Sophia cried out softly and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck. With the change of positions, Sophia was at a disadvantage, and her queen-like arrogance just now suddenly dissipated a lot. She said weakly, "What do you want to do?"

Michael leaned forward, his handsome face pressed down, "If you ask for help, you have to pay interest."

The girl's watery eyes were filled with little question marks.

"What interest?"

"The midnight snack wasn't good. I wasn't full."

"Then, then I..."

"Can."

Before Sophia could understand what he meant by this, his warm lips pressed down on her. Compared to the restrained yet possessive kiss in the morning, this kiss was more passionate, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her.

The tough outer coat was torn off, and Sophia couldn't help but shrink herself very small, leaning obediently in his arms, letting him take what he wanted. Her small hands hugged his neck, like a drowning person grabbing the only piece of driftwood.

After a long while, just when she was about to suffocate, she was released.

The man rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily, " Mrs. Windsor , my self-control is getting worse and worse, don't provoke me, okay?"

His voice was low and hoarse, with an upturned ending, and a hint of threat in its ambiguity.

Sophia understood what he meant, but didn't understand his thoughts, so she blurted out, "Can't you continue?"

They didn't continue in the morning, and now they suddenly stopped.

"You want to continue?" Michael asked.

The girl's face turned red, and even her ears turned red. She was too embarrassed to ask if she wanted to, so she gently reminded him, "We are a legal couple."

Michael's desire, which he had just suppressed , was aroused by her instigating voice.

His breathing became heavier, and his voice was hoarse. "We didn't have a wedding. This is too unfair to you."

Sophia was surprised. This was the reason. "I don't feel wronged."

"I think."

"Do you feel wronged?"

"..."

Michael was defeated by her train of thought.

But I didn't want to continue this topic, so I nodded and said, "Without a wedding and without exchanging rings, you can't have me."