The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 548 The Kiss She Thought Was a Dream

Chapter 548 The Kiss She Thought Was a Dream

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Victor’s heart pounded wildly, his breath uneven, when her voice trembled against him. “I… I can go with you for surgery. Medicine is so advanced now–you’ll definitely go back from flat

to a 34D!”

Surgery?

His shirt hung open. Instinctively, his gaze dropped to his chest.

Like his elder brother, his frame was lean, but his muscle lines were sharp, his pecs and abs defined. For a man, that was plenty. Why on earth would he need surgery to become a 34D?

When she hugged him tighter and pressed her cheek against his bare chest, his whole body locked up like stone.

His hand hovered midair, trembling. For a fleeting moment, he wanted to wrap her in his arms and hold her close.

But reason clawed at him–distance, restraint.

He forced his hand behind his back, his voice low and strained. “Adeline, I’m Victor. We barely know each other. You shouldn’t be touching me like this.”

Adeline had secretly liked Victor for many years.

That name, hidden deep in her heart, still reached her through the haze of alcohol. Even in her muddled state, she heard it clearly.

The fog in her vision seemed to part. She lifted her face and finally saw his features clearly.

him–the senior

and her senior had always been like parallel lines, destined never

Obviously, she was dreaming.

have to suppress her feelings or hide her longing. She could

radiant joy, she

she was

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with just an embrace, she shifted,

“Adeline…”

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as if trapped in

tell her to get down, to remind her how improper this was–but before he could, her hands framed his face. Clumsy, unpracticed, but determined, she pressed her lips

her whisper, “I like

Senior?

she’d mistaken him for Lily, and .now she was calling him some

interest in being anyone’s

chance. Bold and insistent, she caught his mouth

you’ve got the wrong

had carried her

pressing insistently against his, he found himself

pinning him in

“Hey…”

attachment, with love–love meant for another

school years. There was

for someone else–knowing she was gazing through his face to see another man–something sharp and foreign

I’m not the senior you’re looking