61 Chapter 61: She Has A Poor Eyesigh (1/2)

In the morning, Kylie opened her eyes in confusion.

Hadn't she fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room last night? How had she made it back to the bedroom?

What happened last night? Did Ethan sleepwalk, or was that her?

She touched her neck. It was in pain. It seemed to be true: this bastard was really bad.

She had just talked back to him a couple of times on the way back to their hotel room, and then he'd tortured her the whole night.

He couldn't take advantage of her so easily. She had to demand double alimony when they got divorced.

When she squeezed out some toothpaste, Kylie noticed his toothbrush again. Pupu was not there this time, so she threw his toothbrush into the toilet without any worries.

”Kylie!”

”Yes.”

Oops, she got caught again!

She didn't know when he had appeared. The tall figure leaned against the doorway. He looked lazy and evil. ”No wonder I've been tasting something strange in my mouth!”

”No! I threw it in just now!” Kylie said with a grievance.

”It's impossible.” The man approached her, and dark shadows shrouded the top of her head.

”I swear, it was new the last time you brushed your teeth.” Kylie tried to show a sincere face, but at this time it was not convincing. ”Absolutely no toilet taste.”

”You taste...”

”Taste…?”

The moment he lifted her chin up, she accurately covered her thin lips.

His body carried a hint of mint and tobacco, which took her breath away.

She didn't know what it was, but she actually opened her lips and tasted the toothbrush.

”No...” She was just about to say that there was no taste, but the man's tongue had already entered her mouth. He had taken the initiative.

Kylie's body softened against him with his kiss, and if the man's arm hadn't been fixed around her waist, she might have fallen into his arms.

Even so, Kylie's legs began to tremble. She was forced by him to step back, step by step until she reached the sink.

”Uh, uh...” Kylie's eyes widened in horror when she found that she was sitting in the sink.

The man released her waist, his arms uncrossed from behind her neck, and held onto the mirror behind her.

He bowed his waist, and the magnified, handsome face came closer. Kylie felt that if she blinked her eyes, her eyelashes could brush against him.

She tried to lean back, and her waist trembled. ”Thom... Ethan...”

”Call me what?” Ethan pulled her close and began kissing her without warning. These kisses were more passionate than before.

All of his blood was concentrated in his penis, and it was painful.

Kylie was dizzy with his kisses. Her cheeks were red, and the air in her lungs was gradually lessening. Just when she was about to suffocate, the man let her go.

”I will kiss you until you call me the right name.”

The man had a brilliant flame in his eyes, even though his face was still thick and frosty.

”Uncle...Uh!”

She received another kiss punishment. Kylie glared at his chest. ”Thom-p-son.”

The man let her go, and his thumb gently pressed against her swollen lips. He smiled. ”It's fine, but I'd prefer it if you called me a husband!”

No way!

But those two words she only dared say to herself.

Kylie's chest was going up and down violently until she began to breathe evenly, at which point she cast a sharp look at him and said: ”There is no strange taste.”

The man narrowed his eyes in disagreement, and then he smacked his lips as if savoring the passionate kiss.

He shook his head, turning around with a blank expression, and stopped at the door of the bathroom.