The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 167 The Man in Her Dream

Chapter 167 The Man in Her Dream

Next came a slender, pale calf,

Bathed in warm sunlight, she walked toward him step by step.

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Before he could see her face clearly, a pair of snow–pale arms had already wrapped around his neck.

“Elias, can I kiss you? I really want to kiss you.”

How could he say no?

His ears turned red as he turned his face away, allowing her to draw closer.

And she boldly, shamelessly kissed him on the lips–then clumsily deepened the kiss.

The feelings she stirred in him were too overwhelming. He was afraid he’d lose control in front of her and she’d be disgusted, so he closed his eyes, struggling to suppress the flames burning in his blood.

But eventually, he completely lost control.

He grabbed the back of her head, kissing her fiercely, hungrily devouring her lips like a starving wolf.

His hands burned with need, roaming with a desperation he couldn’t contain.

It was like he wanted to consume every inch of her sweetness.

“Elias, I really like you…”

The hem of her fiery red dress swayed softly against him, and she bloomed in his arms like a crimson lotus. It was like the first snow of winter had fallen right into his embrace.

And he wanted that snow to melt.

He wanted to claim all that endless white for himself.

Underneath him, the first snow melted into a quiet stream.

her lips, breathing hot against her ear, again and again promising he would treat

boneless hands playing mischievously across his body, making him lose control all over

the clouds with him, the hem of her stunning red dress fluttered wildly, searing his eyes

then he noticed–she was wearing the same

the face he saw

Lily’s face.

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Man in Her

jolted awake,

night, he’d used all his willpower to

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want to admit it, but in his dream, he had mistaken her for Leila–and done every

hadn’t faded, but the surge

the

He wanted to die.

It had happened again.

again. How was he any different from the scum who played with

was worse

he thought about it, the darker his face grew. He couldn’t stand

No matter how disgusted he was, he still had to change and

changed out of the

door, he saw the very culprit who’d

this wasn’t Lily’s fault. That dream had come from his own lack of discipline. He was the

of him in that dream–it was

of her. She didn’t

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her out.

dare dream about

that much in

maybe even

“James…”

up, trying to tell him he didn’t need to

She needed to ask for his bank info so she could

say anything, he coldly cut