My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner
Chapter 9 Sleep Together
Kieran’s pupils shrink. He quickly took out the medicine kit and treated her wound with an alcohol-soaked swab. "This is consequence when I say the words for the third time."
Sylvie looked at his hard jaw, "The consequence is domestic violence?"
Kieran helped her with adhesive bandage, and said with a smile, "You know there will be domestic violence, and you still dare to come in?"
Sylvie looked at him, "Mr. Kieran, others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you."
Kieran's slender fingers paused. He looked at her pity face with adhesive bandage on it, "Go out, let me alone."
With that, Kieran helped Sylvie up.
Sylvie stretched out her hands and directly embraced his fine and strong waist.
Kieran’s tall body stiffened at the moment he was carried by the girl. Her body was soft and boneless, and her little face was pressed against his strong chest, like a soft and docile cat clinging to him.
Kieran smelt the pleasant fragrance on her body, which slowly lured his nerves.
At this time, Sylvie whispered in his arms, "Mr. Kieran, don't be alone, let me accompany you."
Kieran’s ferocious blue veins slowly disappeared. He raised his hand and hugged her.
He rubbed his handsome face against her soft hair, and the fragrance on her body made him feel familiar.
Perhaps she had just had strawberry jam, she still smelled a bit of the creamy fruit.
Sylvie quietly held him for a moment, and then her hands move up along his fine and strong waist, stroking on his straight back, "If you still feel uncomfortable, you can bite."
Proper emotional outpouring was essential.
"Bite you? You're not afraid of pain?"
"You wish, I mean..."
stood on tiptoe and
that it was so unsuspecting
She bit him bloody.
made the muscles of Kieran taut. He took back a few steps. Sylvie’s leg bumped into the edge of the sofa,
revenge?" Kieran pressed her. The pain let
now you pushed me,
up, but Kieran
The posture was ambiguous.
into his eyes. He stared at her, like staring at a delicious
Kieran, what are you
tell me what
"Mr. Kieran, I said I don't use perfume. You keep pestering this question and I have to suspect that you are trying to
was confronting with him. He put
and domineering man said sorry to her, Sylvie was
ok. Mr. Kieran, let me go." Sylvie
held her face in
ran down her cheeks into her dark hair, and his thin lips slid down her
move, what did he
he approached, their breaths
got closer and closer, Sylvie pierced
his eyes and
forced to close her
her. He didn't answer, but he seemed
opened
was nothing more than a peace agreement, and now she had too much work to do, she could
wanted to get up, but a
looked up, Kieran