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.

senior she had admired from

had always been like parallel lines, destined never to meet. How could she possibly be nestled

Obviously, she was dreaming.

dream, she didn’t have to suppress her feelings or hide her

radiant joy, she

her dream, she was in

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just an embrace, she shifted,

“Adeline…”

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as if trapped in a demon’s

mouth to 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

her whisper,

Senior?

for Lily, and

no interest in being anyone’s stand–in. He turned his head

gave him no chance. Bold

got

carried her easily with one arm while phoning

lips pressing insistently against his, he

pinning him in place,

“Hey…”

voice trembled with attachment, with

years. There was no way he was the senior she

was gazing through his face to see another

drunk. I’m not the senior you’re