"Say it aga... mmm..."
Adam Jones didn’t call out again but directly cupped the back of her head and gently pressed his lips against hers.
Compared to the first time’s awkwardness, Adam had now become considerably more skilled.
The faint scent of wine from their mouths made Adam even more unable to restrain himself.
Elly Campbell couldn’t believe it and opened her eyes wide in shock, her eyeballs fluttering with a mix of surprise and confusion, the only thought flashing through her mind was—
Huh? My husband is kissing me again?
Adam looked into Elly’s bright, gleaming eyes as she gazed back at him, her expression like that of a fan girl seeing her idol, and his heart melted completely.
"Wife, I love you..."
As he uttered those words, Adam deepened the kiss.
Overcome with emotion, he held Elly tighter and tighter, as if he needed to melt her into his very bones and blood to vent his surging, intertwining deep affection.
Elly had drunk too much wine and now felt somewhat uncomfortable being held so tightly by Adam.
The initial happiness on her face also turned into slight dissatisfaction, and her eyebrows began to furrow.
The next second, with a somewhat vengeful thought, she directly bit down on the tip of Adam’s tongue, quite forcefully. A faint taste of blood instantly spread through her mouth.
Adam winced slightly in pain but did not intend to let Elly go; instead, he deepened the kiss that he was addicted to.
This woman was his poison, and once addicted, he couldn’t quit her for so many years.
At this moment, the aftereffect of the red wine surged, and the taste of blood in her mouth made Elly feel even more uncomfortable.
She began to push against Adam repeatedly, with more force each time.
Adam looked at Elly’s face, becoming increasingly deeply flushed, and his heart was once again tightly clenched by her. Seeing her tearful, almost crying appearance as she stared at him, Adam still reluctantly released her.
Looking at Elly’s lips, now red and swollen from the kiss, Adam realized that he had indeed been too excited just now and had neglected her feelings.
Seeing her glaring at him with an unsatisfied face and eyes full of strong reproach, Adam couldn’t help but laugh.
Lifting his hand, he gently rubbed her head; her soft hair brushed through his palm and seemed to lightly stroke his heart, causing a ticklish, numbing sensation.
His deep voice, tinged with a hint of post-passion hoarseness and tenderness.
Elly still glared at him with a scowl, then the next second, she furrowed her brows and buried her head against his chest, "Brother, I feel sick."
As soon as he heard she felt sick, Adam’s entire heart clenched, and he wrapped his arms around her slightly swaying body, bending his gaze to look at her tensely furrowed brow, and asked softly,
"Where do you feel sick? Did you drink too much and feel uncomfortable?"
Thinking of the now empty wine bottle, Adam’s eyebrows also furrowed deeply.
Although his wife became incredibly sweet and adorable when drunk, he really dared not let her drink so much again.
He knew firsthand how miserable it was to be drunk and couldn’t bear to let her go through it too many times.
Elly’s head rested against his chest without a word, then the next second, she lifted her head to look at him and pointed at her stomach, saying,
The aftereffects of red wine meant the more you moved, the more likely it was to feel nauseous and want to vomit. Adam didn’t dare delay and directly picked her up from his lap and headed downstairs.