Chapter 620: Hold Her Little Feet

When he arrived, he attracted all the attention.

Olive felt like she had hit countless darts, and the jealous girls glared at her.

Olive smiled, her bright red mouth peuting, and then she whistled at him again.

Elvis raised his thin lips, and even his handsome face was covered with a smile, “When a woman whistles at a man, it implies that she wants to h ook up with that man. So, do you wanna h ook up with me?”

Olive furrowed her brows and said, “Women only whistle when they see the best young men.”

Elvis looked at her and asked, “What does that mean?”

Knowing that he did not understand what she meant, Olive patiently said, “You’re a duck.”

Elvis stretched out his slender fingers, picked up her little feet from the water, and held them in his palm.

“If I were a duck, then you would never be able to sleep with me, Elvis added.

Olive was speechless, as she frowned at him.

He was really a master at flirting with girls. Olive didn’t know what else he couldn’t do.

He held her snow-white feet in his palm, and his fingertips touched them, they were crisp and itchy.

Olive tried to retract her feet, “What are you doing? Let me go!”

Elvis gently held her little feet and wiped the water droplets off her feet with his shirt.

“The water is cold, don’t play with cold water, go up,” he warned.

Olive’s eye lastics shivered.

He had always been very kind to women. He was gentle, gentlemanly, considerate, sympathetic, and generous. He could be described as a perfect lover.

Olive forcefully pulled her little foot back. “Why should I listen to you? Go away from me!”

Elvis rested his big, articulated palms on the stone beside her and wrapped Olive in his embrace. He raised his head and kissed her lips.

Olive stiffened.

He crushed his lips against her soft red lips and gently kissed her teeth open.

He kissed her gently and forcefully.

Elvis particularly liked to kiss her.

Not only could it be seen from how frequent he kissed her, but also the care and affection he exuded while doing so.

He really was a man who could indulge women in every possible way.

Olive quickly pushed him away.

Elvis didn’t force it. He let go of her red lips and buried his head In her pink neck to take a breathe.

His body was really uncomfortable.

Olive vaguely guessed what he was doing. She looked around and saw countless pairs of eyes. staring at them.

At this moment, Olive felt a jealous and malicious gaze on her. She looked up and quickly saw Tiffany.

Tiffany also arrived, she stared jealously at Olive, as if she wanted devouring her.

From where she stood, Tiffany could see them sideways. Elvis pressed against Olive’s slender body.

and they kissed for a long time.

Tiffany’s eyes wandered on Elvis. The wet long trousers on Elvis’s body vividly outlined his tall and straight figure. It was a pity that such a man wasn’t hers.

Tiffany wished she was Olive. She wondered why she hadn’t met such a man like Elvis.

It was difficult for a woman to reject such a man.

Olive’s snow-white earlobes turned a little red. She still wanted to face Tiffany, so she reached out and nudged Elvis, “Let me go, will you?”

Elvis hugged her slender waist and his h oar se voice said, “Hold on for a while, I can’t go out like this.”

As he spoke, he added, “You don’t want me to go to Tiffany, do you?”

Olive kicked him, and replied, “I’d rather you be surrounded by beautiful women. In the future, the Palace of Bliss will die!”

Elvis held tighter to her waist, and responded, “Believe in yourself. You can do it alone.”

“Get out!” Olive began to struggle within his iron-like arm, trying to break free from his grip.

Elvis frowned and pushed her away with her slender arm. He reprimanded in a h oar se voice, “Go up!”

Olive used her hands and feet to support herself, as she stood up, Immediately she found her balance, she ran away.

Seeing her soft figure disappear from sight, Elvis turned to the shore.

Tiffany got close and immediately walked over to Elvis’s side.

Elvis didn’t even look at her and he walked past her without sparing her a glance.

Tiffany couldn’t believe her eyes. She angrily clenched her fist and gritted her teeth in anger.

Olive went back and prepared a simmered pot of delicious fish soup with a little chopped green onion on it.

After dinner, Olive’s belly was already plump.

“Mr. Augustine, I cooked, so go wash the dishes,” Olive boldly instructed Elvis to wash the dishes. Elvis looked at her and was a little unhappy, but he still obediently took the bowl and washed it. Olive felt a little proud. At this moment, she saw a sneaky figure outside. It was Tiffany. When Tiffany’s jealous and vicious gaze was fixed on her by the river just now, she was sure that Tiffany must be someone she knew.

The question was, who was Tiffany?

Olive stood up and walked out. She pinned her hands behind her, as if she was taking a walk after dinner. She looked at Tiffany with clear eyes.

“Tiffany, are you here to see Elvis?” Olive asked.

Tiffany snorted and didn’t respond.

Olive stepped forward and whispered into Tiffany’s ear. “What do you think of my brother? My brother has no money or status, so he can’t give you a good life. Of course, my brother is handsome and has a good body. He should be an excellent bed partner who can give you a good nightlife. Could it be that this is what Tiffany wants?”

This sentence was very ambiguous and suggestive. Tiffany’s beautiful little face immediately turned red.

“Tiffany, why are you blushing? What unhealthy thoughts are going on in your mind? Olive asked with a smile.

Tiffany wanted to say something, but at this moment, she saw a tall and handsome figure through, the corner of her eyes. Elvis surfaced, and Tiffany immediately wore a tender and shy expression.

“Olive, what are you talking about, I don’t understand…”