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.

bobbed. “You told me you were going to visit the spa that day.

in pain that afternoon. She even landed hard

hurt like

that sort of pain again for the

liking, I thought I should reciprocate

One could not even notice it from afar. On the other hand, Genevieve had disregarded her tender skin

was even an abbreviation of Armand’s name

the more somber. A wave of unknown emotion rose within his

not

gentle kisses landed on her cheeks, the corner of her lips, and

help but indulge himself in the heat

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

off day, so he merely stayed in his office. He rested his legs on another chair beside him with his hair tied up in a ponytail,

his phone and brought

peek

she had also been wearing a smile back then, her face was always inundated with bitterness and confusion. It was like she could not find meaning