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?”

such confidence, as if she really were kissing him. Therefore, Patricia immediately sat

tight, and she accidentally kissed him. She really didn’t mean to.

slightly lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled. It was a brilliant and captivating

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

wine did they give me last

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.

bed. Why am I in bed? And she seemed to have rested in his arms, so she

already prepared a mattress on the floor, and she was ready to spend the night on the mattress. However, she

How embarrassing!

movements. She stuck out her tongue, then shook her head, then scratched her

to suppress his urge to laugh.

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

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

My children are