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.

hot against her ear, again and again promising he would

soft boneless hands playing mischievously across

he finally pulled her into the clouds with him, the hem of

the same revealing dress Lily

and the face he saw was even more

Lily’s face.

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Man in

awake, face

night, he’d used all his

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admit it, but in his dream, he had

the surge of self–loathing froze his heart like frost atop a

he noticed the state of

He wanted to die.

It had happened again.

How was he any different from the scum who played with

worse

he thought about it, the darker his face grew.

soiled. No matter how disgusted he was, he still had to

deep breath, he changed out of

he opened the study door, he saw the very culprit who’d made him lose control

dream had come from his own lack of discipline. He was the one without shame. He had

remembering how she’d trembled on top of him in that dream–it

knew James hated the sight of

a bank transfer of one hundred million. It had completely

her out.

she wouldn’t even dare dream about winning that much from

much in her account–it made

last night, maybe even

“James…”

looked up, trying to tell him he didn’t

limits, and without his full account number, she couldn’t just send it back. She needed to ask for his bank info so she could start sending it back

she could say anything,