Chapter 237 Nikita, Stop.
Sheehan: ââ¦â
The manâs body is stiff, and his handsome face is nervous. He wants to retreat, but he is pushed by the girl. Without any precaution, he falls straight towards the big bed.
The next second, the girlâs soft and fragrant body also fell down.
This soft girl lies on his chest, with one hand on his side and the other hand on the neckline of his shirt.
Her slender fingers stir up a platinum button on the shirt, and she narrowed her black and blurred eyes.
Her warm breathes fall on his neck side, and her voice is soft: âLittle brother, can I touch your chest muscles?â
Sheehan: â.
Î The girl didnât seem to really want to ask for his permission. She asked him symbolically, and before he could reply, she began to untie the button in her hand.
Her flexible fingers became extremely clumsy because she was drunk.
She pulled the buttons that were easy to untie, but she didnât untie them for a long time.
All of a sudden, she was a little annoyed.
She simply tore apart this high-order shirt with excellent texture, which at least costs millions of dollars.
âHissâ. A row of buttons of this shirt with good quality were all torn off.
Menâs healthy chest muscles and abdominal muscles, which are covered by clothes, are all exposed at once.
He has an excellent figure. It can be seen that he often exercise and keep fit at ordinary times. He doesnât have overdeveloped and exaggerated muscles, but his chest muscles and abdominal muscles are growing in right places, and every muscle looks full of strength.
The shirt is still on him, but his chest is exposed, and an attractive waist line can be faintly seen.
Itâs very s**y.
The girlâs black and moist eyes lying on his chest suddenly lit up, and she reached her soft little handsâNikita, stop.â He pinched her slender wrist, and his voice was already hoa rse. âYou are drunk, do you know what you are doing?â
Sheehan couldnât believe that Nikita would be like this when she was drunk.
A girl who is so indifferent on usual is like a hooligan now.
And he, a big man, was flirted with by a little girl.
Overhead.
The girl who is extremely beautiful pulls out her hand from the man. She pulls the neckline of the manâs shirt with white fingertips, and her beautiful little face gets close to him again. She said with a smile:
âLittle brother, donât be so stingy.
Iâll just touch it once, okay?â
âNikita!â Sheehan took a deep breath, and his eyes were darker. He caught her restless small hand again, said in a very hoa rse voice, âWell, good girl, donât nonsense.
Iâll ask someone to cook you a bowl of sobering soup.â
She was drunk, so she didnât know what she was doing now.
But heâs sober.
Even before he came back, he had found out his own thoughts, but she was still young. If he didnât stop her and took advantage of her insobriety, he would really be a bad guy.
She is not sensible because she is still young, and now she is drunk.
If he is not sensible, he is inferior to an animal.
Even though it is too hard for him to resist this temptation.
Even though the sweet fragrance lingering in his nose, titillating his heart. It turned into a pair of invisible hands scratching on his heart, which made his heart itch