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?”

were kissing him. Therefore, Patricia immediately sat up and reached up to

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

slightly lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled.

thought that this man was putting a spell on her. Why did he always make her feel weird, entranced, and a little out of control? She reached up and scratched her

little. “What wine did they give me last night? My

that Patricia 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 content was quite high, so

she glanced at the bed. Why am I in bed? And she seemed to have rested in his arms, so she had the urge to just faint. How can I have such a

to spend the night on the mattress. However, she still got into bed

How embarrassing!

her subtle movements. She stuck out her tongue,

cute that he had to suppress his urge to laugh. He asked coldly, “Was it fake

quality. Mrs. Zimmers’ relatives made it themselves, but the alcohol

an eyebrow. “Hm! I didn’t get to eat dinner last night, so can I at least have

he spoke those words, so Patricia was guilty. “I’m sorry, Isaac! My children are a