Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

As Armand lifted Genevieve’s dense hair, the woman’s slender neck caught his attention.

He looked at her fair skin, his ice-cold eyes brimming with burning desire. Hanging his head low, Armand gave her neck a passionate peck.

Genevieve was perturbed by his behavior. She could not even concentrate on fixing the violin’s strings. Grabbing her phone over, she painstakingly unlocked it and typed something on it: Can you let me finish changing the strings? Also, I just cooked dinner, so I reek of oil.

“I don’t mind.” Armand’s voice was slightly hoarse. Sidling up to her, he went for her lips and gave her a deep kiss.

Armand exerted some strength to carry Genevieve up on his lap. His hands swept across her dress on her back.

The next moment, her dress fell to her waist.

Prior to that, Genevieve had intentionally adjusted the brightness of the lights in the living room to the maximum because she wanted to handle the violin’s strings. As the light shone on her, it appeared as though her skin was brighter than the light itself. A dragon tattoo was seen on the lower left side of her waist.

The dragon was black in color with its sharp claws soaring high up, reaching exactly the bottom part of her chest where her heart was at.

It was as if the dragon was trying to pierce into her heart.

Armand lowered his head and stared at that tattoo. Running his finger slowly across the dragon’s body, he lifted his head and looked at Genevieve with his darkened eyes.

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She remembered lying down at the tattoo shop and screaming in pain that afternoon. She even landed hard kicks on the tattoo artist multiple times. Thinking back, she could still feel the pain on her

hurt like

to experience that sort

tattoo to my liking,

the size of a fingernail. One could not even notice it from afar. On the other hand, Genevieve had disregarded her tender skin and her fear of pain to get a tattoo

even an abbreviation of Armand’s name beside the

gaze became all the more somber. A wave

could not rein back that

waist and pressed her body against his. A series of aggressive yet gentle kisses landed on her cheeks, the corner of her lips, and in the

himself in the heat of the moment

next morning, Genevieve walked out the door with Armand. Steven drove the latter to

in his office. He rested his legs on another chair beside him with his hair tied up

phone and brought

Timothy tilted his head to peek at Genevieve, only to find her faint smile

her face was always inundated with bitterness and confusion. It was like she could not find meaning in her life. However, at that moment, her smile was ever