You Are My One and Only

Throughout the night, Patricia kept dreaming that she had been dropped into water. It was very difficult for her to breathe, and she felt especially horrible.

In the end, she didn’t sleep well, and when she woke up the next morning, she still felt exhausted. When she opened her eyes, a handsome face was right in front of her. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were facing downward, casting shadows below his eyes.

His eyes looked even more profound now, and they added a hint of mysteriousness to him. Patricia gazed at him to find that he looked really good when he was asleep. This was probably how men could be considered sexy.

Patricia realized then that men could look picturesque when they slept as well. Women were sleeping beauties, whereas Isaac was like scenery. He looked like a majestic mountain.

A while later, Patricia finally recovered her senses. She shook her head, feeling like she had been seduced. It felt weird.

Feeling that the woman in his arms had moved a little, the man tightened his embrace and held Patricia closer to him. Her lips were pressed against his face.

Isaac opened his eyes to see the large and watery eyes of the woman. When he saw that she was kissing him, he smiled slightly in a seductive manner. “Are you stealing kisses?”

kissing him. Therefore, Patricia immediately sat up and reached up to cover her mouth. “No, it’s not like

he was the one who held her tight, and she accidentally kissed him. She really didn’t mean to. How am I supposed

of his mouth and smiled. It

he always make her feel weird, entranced, and a little out of control?

“What wine did they give

remembered that this was her room. He had gotten drunk last night, and the wine was a type of cooking wine used by Josephine to preserve vegetables. Its alcohol

bed. Why am I in bed? And she seemed to have rested in his arms, so she had the urge to just faint.

a mattress on the floor, and she was ready to spend the night on

How embarrassing!

her tongue, then shook her head, then scratched

he had to suppress his urge to

real wine, and it’s very good quality. Mrs. Zimmers’ relatives made it themselves, but the

raised an eyebrow. “Hm! I didn’t get to eat dinner last

those words, so Patricia was guilty. “I’m sorry, Isaac! My children are a bit mischievous, so please don’t get angry at them. There’s breakfast for you, and you can eat it after washing