The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 1102

Yorrick sat up and put the back of his hand to his forehead, then leaned back on the seat.

When they got to the hotel, Xyla helped him into the room. Just when she was going to put him to bed, he pulled her down with his body weight, and she fell on him.

Her lips grazed his nose, and she froze. His warm alcoholic breath blew onto her cheek, and she beamed at the man who was under her with his eyes closed.

She tried to get up, but an arm pulled her back into his arms. She was stunned, and her heart skipped a beat.

Yorrick slowly opened his eyes and smiled drunkenly, “I’m drunk.” “What… What does getting drunk have anything to do with me?” Xyla tried to get up again, but he held her tight with his arm, and she locked eyes with him.

Yorrick looked drunk, but he might not be.” Xyla, I’m troubled by you sometimes.” Xyla was startled. “What? Troubled?

Yorrick cupped her cheek and smiled. His alcoholic breath got in her face. “Yes, troubled by you because you’re everywhere. I don’t know what I did to deserve this. It annoys me that I’ve fallen for you.”

quite drunk, aren’t you? Do you even know what you’re talking

man had said some weird things out of the blue. What

Yorrick pulled her closer. “I actually dreamed of

to look and was doing her best to

Xyla blinked. The smell of alcohol blew in her face, and she wanted to push him away,

away, then suddenly flipped her over and trapped her under him. She pressed her palms to his chest but didn’t have the energy to push him

great kissing techniques would be able to make

her neck, which made her shudder, and her logic

just as perfect as she was in his dream. He couldn’ t help but punish her, hearing her seductive moans. He felt that this punishment wasn’t enough,

car home at 4:00 a m. When she parked, she put her head

picked up after a few attempts. She sounded like she was woken by the phone, “Who is it… It’s the middle

me.” Xyla’s

“Oh, Xy, why are you calling

you pass by a pharmacy, could you help

in a daze. “What