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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.

was him–the senior she had admired from

never to meet. How could she possibly be nestled against him like

Obviously, she was dreaming.

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

fragile yet radiant joy, she clung to

dream, she was in

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satisfied with just an embrace, she shifted, straddling

“Adeline…”

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pressed against the seat, every muscle taut, as if trapped in a demon’s

her to get down, to remind her how improper this was–but before he could, her hands framed his face.

he heard her whisper, “I like

Senior?

and .now she was

wasn’t that fluid, and he had no interest in being anyone’s stand–in. He turned his head stiffly to escape

she gave him no chance. Bold

got

undeniable. He had carried her easily with one

now, with her soft, heated lips pressing

him in place, luring

“Hey…”

with love–love meant

school years. There was no way

her feelings, her devotion, were for someone else–knowing she was gazing through his face to see another man–something

not the senior