Burning Passion: Love Never Die

The smile on his face turning into a thoughtful look, Carlos said,

“Honey, I want to go home now.”

“What? Now?” she asked in confusion.

“Does the Lunch in your company not taste good?” she added.

“I want to taste your sweet wine now. In fact I’m in the mood right now as we speak,” he said in a suggestive whisper. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Originally, Debbie wanted to go to the dining hall. But now that Carlos kept on teasing her, she was afraid that Julie would hear him and decided to go to the balcony.

“Carlos, how shameless you are! One more word and you’ll be hauled over the coals!”

“Boo…hoo…I’m so scared. I don’t want to get your rough side of the tongue. But how can you be so cruel to your dear husband?”

With an affected dismissive gesture, Debbie waved her right hand in the air as if chopping an invisible Carlos.

“Are you kidding me? If you come near, I’ll beat you to a pulp,” she joked.

“Anyway, I know where to hit you if I have to inflict the worst pain. You are an old goat with lots of fans out there on social media. How would it pan out if I leaked some juicy stuff to your fans?”

Not until she had gotten laid did she realize that she didn’t know him at all. She had underestimated him all along.

“Ouch!” Accidentally, she bent and twisted trying to stretch her back, only to trigger sharp pain that reminded her of the crazy night they had together. She immediately cursed him again, “You’re a bad egg! My whole body is aching. You jerk!”

A smile of accomplishment flashed across his face.

“Honey, I was wrong.

I’ll be more gentle the next time we bang. And by the way, the sooner we can, the sooner your body will get used to it,” he added with a giggle.

“Hey! It can’t be soon. Sorry, but I need a break! I’ll stay in the dorm this evening.” The color drained from Debbie’s face.

Carlos chuckled and coaxed, “Honey, I’m just kidding. Don’t worry. Just go have Lunch now. See you on campus this afternoon.”

“Okay.

Debbie went to the dining room and sat at the table. Since Julie was still cooking, Debbie opened the WeChat app and read her friends’ messages. Her jaw dropped. How the hell had she hit a total 99 comments in Moments? ‘Oh my God! What did I post last night?‘

By the time she clicked open the Moments after her brief surprised reaction, the comments had hit 123.

“Ah, I remember. Last night, I posted a picture of the skin care products on my dressing table. ‘

Among the comments, she had drawn both admirers and trolls in equal numbers.

“Tomboy, it’s my dream to have a dressing table like yours,” read Kristina’s comment.

Kasie commented, “Oh, I’m really so envious of you, Tomboy! You broke my heart and you need to be responsible for it.”