Chapter 77 Ignoring Me
Due to their loss of balance, Meryl and Chandler fell onto the large bed. Meryl’s hair spread across his cheeks and shoulders. Her burning face pressed against his chest, pinning him beneath her.
By the time Chandler realized what was happening, Meryl was lying on his chest, licking the droplets of water left on his skin. Chandler was speechless and petrified. Feeling a ticklish sensation starting from his collarbone, he stiffened as if he were a stone statue.
“Meryl!”
His temples throbbed wildly, nearly driving him insane, his voice deep and emotionally husky. “Do you even know what you’re doing?” He gritted his teeth, struggling to control the desire surging through his body.
Meryl looked up groggily, giving Chandler an innocent smile. “I’m just drinking water, didn’t you see?”
Chandler was speechless. Her voice was soft and coquettish, the places her lips had touched unnaturally red. He pressed his lips tightly together, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her beneath him. Their eyes locked, his gaze filled with desire and restlessness. “In situations like this, it’s probably better for the man to take initiative, don’t you think?”
Before she could respond, their lips were already entwined. They nibbled and licked each other’s lips. He nibbled on her lips, passionately kissing her. The room temperature soared, and Chandler’s breathing grew heavier.
Meryl felt as if she was being roasted on a stove, the air thinning with every breath. She moaned softly, turning her head to escape. Unexpectedly, Chandler held her head with one hand, deepening the kiss. Their breaths mingled, and Chandler, caressing her slender waist, sought to draw her even closer.
Then suddenly, he noticed Meryl lying beneath him, her eyes closed with even breathing. Chandler was dumbfounded. She had fallen asleep silently.
The room was lit by a single warm lamp, its soft yellow light casting a quiet glow on Meryl’s peaceful sleeping face. Chandler furrowed his brows. His eyes were filled with intense desire. He clenched his fist, staring at Meryl for a full half-minute…
He thought, “She’s really asleep? Just like that? Ignoring me?”
Chandler glanced down at his abdomen. He sighed softly. Then he sighed again.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Meryl slept deeply. Unaware of her dreams, she turned in her sleep. Unexpectedly, Chandler gently turned her head back, pulling her into his arms.
All night long, whenever Meryl tried to move, Chandler would kiss her cheek, pulling her head back to his chest. He let her listen to his strong, pounding heartbeat, his warm chest pressed against her as if venting his frustration. It was so much so that the next morning, when Meryl woke up, she felt as if her neck had stiffened! The area around her neck was so stiff that moving it pulled at her entire shoulder, causing severe pain.
She got up, saw a glass of water on the bedside table, and drank it greedily without hesitation. After drinking, she suddenly felt something was off. She looked down and saw her shirt just covering her upper thighs, but her lower body was bare.
She thought, “This seemed to be… Chandler’s pajamas? How did I end up wearing Chandler’s clothes?”
Meryl, still groggy, recalled that she had drunk too much in the private room and sat on the sofa to sober up, and it seemed Chandler had come after.
She thought, “So, Chandler is back in the country? And these clothes on me, did he help me change into them?”
Her face flushed to her ears. Although they were now a couple, their relationship hadn’t progressed to this stage yet… Meryl suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
Hearing noises from the living room, she quickly changed her clothes and, blushing, walked out.