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?”

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

she accidentally kissed him. She really didn’t mean to. How am I supposed to explain

mouth and

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

“What wine did they give me last night? My head is

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

on the floor, and she was ready to spend the night on the mattress. However, she still

How embarrassing!

her tongue, then shook her

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

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

I didn’t get to eat dinner last night, so can I at least have

My children are a bit mischievous, so