The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 47: Good Morning Kiss

He was right. If he wanted it, she couldn't escape. The disparity in strength between men and women was predestined.

Hearing the voice of the breath herself, after all there were some trembling in her heart. He was the only person who had touched her over the years, when he was blind.

But after five years, she can still clearly remember the first time, he was so silly, like a young boy. She felt only pain, but the urge to surrender herself to him made it sweet.

The memory of her body floated in the clouds, his face, his hair wet with sweat, pressed close to his forehead, only to feel his heavy breath burning all her senses. Her invisible eyes were like shining black gems, making her feel the intersection with his eyes, and then her face turned red.

At that time, I was really headstrong. I loved someone regardless of the cause and effect. I didn't even think about what to do if the operation failed.

Young love, always so pure and clean, unlike now, has too many worries.

Alan’s touching, Olive did not feel bad, even there were some desire in her deep heart, she was a normal woman, in the face of the man once loved and has never put down, how can she be so indifferent.

Olive opened her eyes in a daze. It took her a long time to falter. "you..."

Alan has turned over and down, by the way straighten her scattered long hair

"In five years, I've never wanted a woman like now." He sighed wistfully, his low voice was mellow and lonely. "but not now, and not in this way. There are some things I'm not sure about, but I'll check."

Did you know, girl, you used to say, "You can't have another woman but me. If I find out you have one, I'll castrate you, so you can't harm the world."

How unbridled you were then. For your word, I kept my promise, but what about you?

Olive sat up slowly, her long hair hanging down from her forehead, covering her faces on either side. She wanted to say something to him, but it was on the tip of her tongue and she could say nothing.

"Go to sleep." He suddenly extinguished the light.

In the darkness, Alan reached out his arm, grabbed her waist, took her into his arms, and covered her with a quilt.

Once again shared a bed, separated by five years of time, separated by the identity in a distance.

Being insensible of time, she did not sleep, leaning on his arms and dare not to move, pretending to sleep, hearing him gradually light breathing.

"One day, I will find out all your secrets. You can't run away, girl." His lips pressed against her ear, as if he had been talking to himself in a dream, as if he had spoken deliberately to her.

Olive’s forehead touched his chest, her eyes were sour, and silent tears welled up.

Alan, did you know, I wanted to share all my little secrets and big secrets with you when you got your sight back. But after many years, you have become the secret can’t say in my heart, but I, thank you for remembering me.

When the first light of dawn got through the tent, Olive carefully moved her body, looking for a suitable angle, carefully examined the man in front of her

His eyes were closed under his bushy eyebrows, with long, clear lashes. The outline of the face was smooth, the straight bridge of the nose was perfect, the perfect lip shape was tight. He looked tired and quiet, sleeping defenseless..

Olive was so close to him, almost incredulous, that she could touch his stubble grew overnight.

A person's position, slept two people, after all, wronged his tall body, it was probably a little uncomfortable, Alan slightly moved, the cover on his body, along his movements, was kicked from him.

Almost unconsciously she pulled the covers back over him. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

She often covered quilt for Annie, Annie sleep was also not so quite, often kicked the quilt in the middle of the night from bed.

Originally, that was heredity, the commonness of father and daughter. Only then did she feel that he was so real, such a big man and such a dishonest sleeper.

Alan woke up at this time, his sleep was very shallow, may be related to the experience of his youth, a little wind can let him wake up.

Opening his eyes, grasped Olive in the quilt corner, she can kiss him just look up

One hand was still on his shoulder, the other on her head, her long, silky hair covering most of her face.

“Girl?” He whispered out her name, in a daze, like a dream.

Olive found his eyes open, in his deep eyes, reflected her shadow, as if to absorb her whole person and soul.

She retracted her hand and flicked it away. "I'm sorry I woke you."

Maybe, because it bounced so hard, she wanted to sit up again, and her arm, which was supporting her upper body, suddenly felt numb and she grinned a little