Chapter 163: The So-Called Truth
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Maybe it was because of the panic, or maybe it was really too spicy.
Purple Summers forgot to keep her teeth clenched, allowing Alexander Summers to take advantage of her…
Alexander’s kiss was fiery and passionate.
Although Purple was a modern adult woman, she had an extraordinary sense of cleanliness and conservatism in matters of intimacy. Her understanding of kissing was merely the touch of lips, a gentle and romantic contact, a delicate and restrained taste, rather than what Alexander was doing–
A domineering conquest, wet and entangling, both disgusting and perverted, with a thrilling feeling of being dissected!
When Alexander let her go, he was satisfied and asked her with a smile, “Is it spicy?”
Purple’s tongue was numb, and with tears in her eyes, she covered her lips and replied, “Spicy!”
“How could it be?” Alexander pinched her face, “It was clearly sweet.”
Purple was at a loss for words…
The remaining bibimbap was eaten up by Alexander one bite at a time.
Unwilling to eat, Purple found a bag of instant fruit cereal in the kitchen and made do with it for dinner.
After eating, the used tableware and dishes were casually piled in the sink, not cleaned up.
Alexander took Purple to the terrace to watch the sunset.
Purple liked this feeling. The top of the mountain was too cold, while the bottom had a narrow and constricted view. Only midway up the mountain was the perfect spot, watching the red sun slowly fall from the horizon, the sunset staining half the sky, intensely gorgeous to the extreme, so beautiful it seemed unreal.
She seemed to have a sudden thought and turned to look at Alexander beside her.
The warm sunset shone on his face, softening his features, calm and distant, without any enchantment or malevolence, only leaving behind his handsome charm.
Purple thought that Alexander was truly a magical existence.
– He always had a way to easily provoke her outrage at the moment when she was touched.
Purple couldn’t help but wonder: Is it Alexander who is abnormal, or am I schizophrenic?
When nighttime arrived, Alexander took the initiative to bring the blanket to the guest room, surprising Purple.
Was the rogue going to reform?
“Have you been sleeping in the guest room these days?” Purple asked in surprise.
Alexander raised his eyebrows and asked her in return, “Does Purple want me to stay?”
Purple quickly shook her head!
Alexander touched her face, his eyes filled with a warm smile, “I’m afraid if I stay, you won’t be able to get out of bed for the next few days.”
Purple’s expression froze, and just as she was beginning to see Alexander in a new light, her thoughts shattered in an instant.
“Can’t your mind be a little purer, other than those things?” She gritted her teeth and said.
Alexander laughed, “What other things could there be when laying on the same bed with the woman I like?”
Purple scolded him, “Lowly!”
At last, feeling it wasn’t enough, she added angrily, “Superficial!”
Alexander, who was used to being scolded by her, still had a smile on his face. He held Purple’s face, lowered his head and kissed her, while Purple struggled and cursed in his arms.
“Purple, what you’re talking about is hypocrisy, it’s deceit.” Alexander whispered in her ear, his hot breath seeming to scorch her heart, “But I am always real with you… even if we’re not in bed.”
He grabbed her hand and moved it down, letting the bewildered Purple feel the so-called reality.
Purple snapped back to her senses, like a shocked hedgehog, and fiercely stomped on his foot!
Always acting like a rogue every moment and everywhere!
Purple was about to go crazy.
She used all her strength to push Alexander out and slammed the door shut with a bang!
Her chest heaving rapidly, she took a deep breath and recalled what her hand had just touched, immediately raising goosebumps!
Purple shivered and rushed into the en-suite bathroom, vigorously scrubbing!
Pure white foam formed in her palms, and as she washed, her mind unconsciously wandered…
If Alexander was just trying to act like a rogue, why would he go to such lengths?