Chapter 10 Kiss Me

Eyelids drooping, Glen ordered in a low, magnetic voice, "Kiss me."

Ki-kiss him?

Larissa blinked her moist starry eyes. She had just had a first kiss the night before; being a green hand, she had never kissed a man proactively!

Shyly, she looked down at the ground. Her hair covered half of her face but failed to hide that redness – a charm of femininity.

After a brief hesitation, she breathed deeply and put her hands on the man's broad shoulders. Then, she stretched out her slender neck...

Slowly and softly, she pressed her cherry lips against his and then remained unmoved. Eyes tightly closed, she flapped her eyelashes as gracefully as butterflies fluttering their wings.

Soon, the light touch became exceptionally wild under the man's control...

"You don't know how to kiss?" Gazing at her red lips and blushed cheeks, Glen suddenly felt tense in his lower abdomen. A hot fire surged up from bottom to top.

Larissa moved her lips slightly. "I know now..."

Looking away, she backed subconsciously, afraid that he would do something more than kissing.

For her, that night was in no way a good memory. To be exact, it was a terrible experience where she could feel nothing but pain and panic.

As if seeing through her, he blew on her face a cold breath carrying a tobacco scent. "You don't want to do that? Huh?"

"I..."

He narrowed his eyes and suppressed his impulse. "Get changed and follow me downstairs to have breakfast."

She was such a girl that he didn't want to scare her, especially on that kind of thing.

...

After washing up, Larissa followed Glen to the dining room downstairs.

As she walked down, she looked quietly around the villa which might be twice as big as the Wilson's. It presented itself with elegant simplicity, flattered by the exquisite design of every layout and decoration.

Soon, the only maid Mrs. Kenny came up to them with a smile. "Sir, breakfast is ready."

On the dining table was a glass of orange juice, a cup of coffee, two fried eggs, several pieces of toast, and a plate of fruit. It was a simple breakfast, but the arrangement presented was very delicate.

"What are you thinking about? Sit down and eat."

Receiving the order, Larissa pulled a chair gingerly and sat opposite Glen. Then, she took a piece of toast and began nibbling it.

At the same time, she sneaked a glance at his expression from time to time.

In brief, that was a seriously "paralyzed" face. Somehow, she felt an urge to poke his cold face. How did he maintain such an expressionless look?

Just then, Glen looked up and met her clear eyes. A smile climbed on his face, though it faded in a second. "You can't go to school until your wounds heal up."

If he was not mistaken, she was a junior now. How time flew!

Swallowing the bread in her mouth, she looked at him without a blink and said awkwardly, "Well, I... I was expelled by University J some time ago..."

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but soon, he resumed his calmness.

He lifted his cup and took a sip of coffee. Then, he stared at her embarrassed face. "Why?"

"Well, I made a little mistake." She blinked with shame.

She had to be honest with him. After all, he was the only person who could get her back to the university!