Chapter 22
Yunia’s hands trembled slightly as she held the wet wipes.[]
Zayn’s lip wound was still bleeding, the spreading bloodstains adding a touch of wildness to his usually gentle features.
“Does it hurt?”
After speaking, Yunia realized her tone was too soft.
She hurriedly turned her face away, but heard the man’s low laughter.
When the motion sensor light in Zayn’s villa entrance lit up, Yunia almost ran into the storage room to find the medical kit.
When she came back out, Zayn was already leaning against the leather sofa, his suit jacket casually draped over the armrest, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing his neck.[]
“Come here.” He extended his hand toward her, his voice carrying a seductive hoarseness.
The moment the alcohol cotton ball touched his wound, Zayn suddenly leaned back.[]
Yunia cried out in alarm, her entire body falling forward uncontrollably, her elbow hitting the sofa back hard, while her lips almost touched his.[]
Their warm breaths intertwined, the faint scent of his cedar cologne filling her nostrils.
They were so close she could see the shadows cast by his eyelashes.
“Zayn!”
She blushed and tried to get up, but he held her waist.
Zayn smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief: “Don’t move, or my wound will split open.“[]
His deliberately lowered voice brushed past her ear, carrying dangerous temptation.
Only then did Yunia realize her fingers were pressed against his rapidly rising and falling chest, and through the thin shirt, she could clearly feel his burning body temperature.
Since their feelings had been exposed last time, he had become even more brazen.]
But she was helpless against him.[]
“You did that on purpose!”
She was both embarrassed and angry, grabbing the gauze to throw it away, but her wrist was firmly grasped with just enough force to prevent her from breaking free.
Zayn took the opportunity to pull her into his embrace, the gauze scented with disinfectant floating down onto the carpet.]
“Weren’t you using me as a shield today? Or are you finally admitting you like me too?”
Yunia didn’t speak, deliberately turning her head away.
Chapter 22
“Are you really angry? I won’t tease you anymore, okay?“[]
His thumb rubbed her reddened wrist, his injured lip corner curving up: “But I really do hurt.”
Yunia was about to retort when she saw him furrow his brow, his eyelashes casting small shadows under his eyes, his pale complexion actually looking somewhat fragile.
Her heart softened as she leaned closer to examine him carefully: “Where does it hurt? Is it the wound from earlier…”
Before she could finish, the back of her head was gently pressed down, and his kiss fell upon her like
storm.
“Mmm…”
She struggled, pushing against his shoulders, but he rubbed the injured side of his face against her palm, complaining pitifully: “Don’t touch it, it hurts.”
In the moment Yunia hesitated, the man’s tongue took the opportunity to pry open her teeth and bite her tongue tip.
Her breathing became erratic, her heart pounding loudly.
Yunia gradually lost strength, only able to collapse limply in his arms, letting this aggressive kiss completely drown her rationality.[]
After what felt like an eternity, Zayn reluctantly released her.
Yunia’s lips were swollen from kissing, her hair disheveled across her shoulders.[
Both shy and annoyed, she raised her hand to hit him, but he caught her wrist and gently sucked her fingertips: “Stop hiding.“[]
He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice so husky it could drip water: “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time.“]
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