Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 1217

She glared at Quill angrily, as if he had offended her.

"My bad. I'll help you rub it, okay?" Quill raised his hand to help, but Vera slapped it away. "It's my face. How are you going to rub it?"

"Who says it cannot be done?" Quill asked.

"Tell me how then," Vera said.

Just as she finished speaking, Quill held her waist and turned her over. Before she knew it, Quill had already pressed her down.

The air seemed to be still for a few seconds. After realizing what was going on, Vera's breathing stopped. She dared not move as she could clearly feel the lines of his body. She could only lay there like a puppet!

"Has my girl gone dumb?" Quill gently pinched her cheek and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say it hurts? Let me have a look."

Vera stayed silent.

After that... Quill played with Vera's cheeks. He had said he wanted to take a look at her injury. But now? He was having fun pinching her cheeks. His usually cold gaze was filled with warm smiles as he pulled her face and made all kinds of expressions.

Although Vera didn't have a mirror, she could imagine how ugly she looked at that moment. At first, she foolishly didn't dare to move, but she became angry when she realized Quill was pranking her!

She was so angry that she directly slapped Quill's hand away!

"You big meanie! Don't touch my face!"

Vera didn't realize she had sounded coquettish. She even stared at Quill angrily.

The girl in front of him knew to be happy, throw a tantrum and even get angry at him; she was especially energetic.

In the past, Quill had always been calm and selfrestrained; he had always been proud of his forbearance and ability to control as he could dominate everything. But now... facing Vera, all of this was gradually out of his control.

Just like earlier... he had wanted to kiss her.

But Quill controlled himself. Because in that small space, he was afraid he would do something that would scare her, so he only pinched her face. To his surprise, he felt that he had come alive when he watched her expressions change under his control.

Who would have thought that Vera would get angry and glare at him?

Quill was suddenly on edge. He wanted to lean over...

But he knew that he couldn't do it. They hadn't dated for a long time. Besides, they hadn't reached that stage yet. He didn't want to frighten her.

Thinking of that, Quill, who had his hands on the bed, clenched it into a fist. After a moment, he turned over and laid down beside Vera.

"I've only pinched your face. If you're angry, I'll let you pinch it back?" Quill said.

When Vera heard that, her eyes suddenly lit up. She could do that?

"Really?" She looked at Quill's handsome but slightly cold face and began to imagine him making other expressions. Just the thought of it amused her.

He must have made ugly faces on her just now. She was definitely going to take revenge. And if she could, she wanted to take pictures and set them as her phone wallpaper!

Vera's joy was written all over her face. Quill sighed in his heart as he looked at her affectionately. He said helplessly, "Of course, I'm your boyfriend. You can... do whatever you want."

Quill paused for a moment before saying the last four words. It was hard to say if Vera understood what he meant.

However, looking at Vera's excited expression and actions, Quill knew that she definitely didn't understand, or perhaps she wasn't even listening. All her attention was on taking revenge.

She had wanted to take ugly pictures of Quill. How could she have forgotten to make expressions on his face?

Just as Vera reached toward Quill, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked her softly, "Do you want to take a photo together?"

His words immediately attracted her attention.

"Take a photo together?"

Quill had a faint smile on his face. "Don't you girls like it?"

Vera turned her phone's camera to selfie mode subconsciously. When they were out earlier, she had seen many couples taking photos together. She had wanted to take photos then, but she didn't dare say anything. So the two of them hadn't even taken a photo together.

Who would've thought Quill would take the initiative?

With that thought, Vera suddenly didn't know what to do. She looked hesitantly at Quill. Instead of answering him directly, she said, "But it's nighttime now, and there's no scenery around us. How can we take pictures?"

"It doesn't matter," Quill answered.

He slightly shifted his hands, and Vera fell directly into Quill's embrace. It was wide and warm, just enough to accommodate Vera.

Just like that, she was wrapped in his arms. While she was still confused, she heard Quill saying, "You can take it now."

Vera was taken aback.

He was holding her in his arms on the hotel bed. Were they going to take selfies like that?

Vera was speechless. What in the world was he thinking? She didn't want to take pictures on the hotel bed as she had always felt that photos with such backgrounds harbored malicious intentions. It was especially misleading and fanciful...