Ugly Wife Of Blind Man

The Part 87

"Victor ...."

Victor interrupted him immediately. "Just sleep. Don't mention the dog again, I don't want to hear it. I didn't kill him directly, it's been very good."

Valerie pinched her temple with a long sigh. His low and gentle voice was very clear on a silent night. "If you really don't like the dog, I'll send it away once the leg has healed. If I compare you and that dog, how could I possibly. How could it not be comparable to you."

Although Valerie felt sympathy and liked the dog, but she was very attentive to Victor's feelings.

Victor closed his eyes indifferently. He hates dogs, and there is nothing more he hates than dogs. A dog in his memory had stolen something for his food, and in the end he killed it himself. Then now, the ugly puppy came to the house to take Valerie from him? How could he just shut up?

Valerie didn't get an answer, and she lay her body back down and tried to close her eyes.

On the sofa, Victor opened his eyes with a less than pleasant expression. He was not used to sleeping with his bare hands. Moreover, there was no smell of milk on his nose making him unable to sleep.

Victor turned his body to the side. Due to the particular distance of the sofa and bed, he could only see the undulating curves of the large bed blanket opposite him. He sneered coldly. Why did he feel miserable because of his own behavior? it was clear that he would feel more comfortable sleeping there by hugging Valerie.

Victor sat down and took a pillow. Then he walked straight to his bed. Who wants to sleep on that narrow couch?

Valerie's head is still very sore, and the ringing is very easily annoying. He could only close his eyes without falling asleep. Hearing the very footsteps, then followed the other side about the sinking, no wonder when suddenly an arm was hugging him from behind.

"Victor?" call Valerie in surprise.

"Shut up and sleep," he ordered lowly.

Victor's chest stuck to Valerie's back, and her chin stuck to the side of her neck, smelling the faint scent of milk, her furrowed brows instantly loosened. Sure enough, this is the most convenient.

Valerie opened her clear eyes. Ignoring Victor's reprimand for sleep, Valeri turned around and looked at the man. "You're still angry ...."

"I'd really kick him out if his leg was healed." Valerie reached out a hand laying on her cheek. The scars on his palms were a little more rough.

Itchy and a little amused, but Victor didn't put his hands away. Her cold expression died down.

Valerie approached and took the initiative to kiss her chin. "Please, don't be angry ...."

Victor lowered his head, the person on his body spoke softly with shining and watery eyes staring at him. The feeling of uneasiness and resentment in his heart had suddenly disappeared.

"You're playing me?"

"... what?" sahut Valerie is confused. Before he thought what he meant, a finger raised his chin, then his lips pressed against the man's cold lips, Valerie's eyes widened.

A pair of wet eyes accidentally meets Victor's dark eyes, and he discovers that his eyes are beautifully glittering.

"Rage rating: 0."

Valeri's eyes opened wider. Warm breath gushed into his face. His chin was still held back by his cold hand. Valerie just felt this taste different from before. Valerie's hand involuntarily pulled the tip of Victor's clothes tightly, gradually a red hue spreading to her white face.

Victor's dark eyes looked at Valerie fixedly, the tip of her tongue moving as if she was tasting rmadu. Within this close distance, he could see his eyes that were wet with helplessness and shame. His heart is beating hard.

Before he kissed her deeper, Victor stopped suddenly and whispered lowly. "Valerie, are you ashamed?"

Valerie was stunned for a moment. His face flushed with a fairly quick breath. He could still feel a burst of hot breath, his fingertips clasped the tips of his clothes tightly, and he could not wait to cover his chest which was where his heart was beating hard as if it was about to jump.

The finger holding Valerie's chin loosened, but it moved upwards to caress her red lips. The finger pressed down gently. "It's so sweet."

Victor thought, if he ate this every day, maybe he would forget his favorite cake.

"You!" Valerie choked with a blushed face. His voice was dry and stupid. He glared at the person in front of him. "Stop talking! Go sleep!"

Valerie took off Victor's clothing grip and lay turning her back. He used to feel that kissing was disgusting, in fact he never refused

Victor hugged the man with his arm. "I'm not mad at you anymore."

Valerie knows. He enjoyed the warmth of his embrace, his face flushed red and could not help but smile.