When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey) novel Chapter 637

Chapter 617 He’s not my husband!

Her slender body bumped into his hard chest, and she was just about to break free when a groan came from above her head.

The wound on his back was being pulled out.

Olive hastily stopped moving. She said, “It’s not my fault, don’t blame me!”

Elvis hugged her. She was wearing a small halter top. He buried his head in her hair and inhaled her scent. After the pain in his back subsided, he smiled h oar sely and said, “What about you harassing me?” Ccontent © exclusive by cH.a.PtE-RSF.Low.cøm.

What the hell?

“Elvis, I’m saving you. If you get a little colder, you’ll die for sure!”

Elvis lowered his eyes and rubbed his dry thin lips on her soft face: “Where did you rub me just now to warm up?”

“Why are men and women still unequal now? Isn’t it wrong for women to molest men?”

Olive’s face flushed, but she fought back, “President Augustine, you’re really a beast. No matter how cold you are, just rub it and it will warm you up!”

Elvis raised an eyebrow without objection, pulling the blanket over the two of them.

Olive wanted to move, but now she was lying on top of him, which was too intimate.

“Don’t move!” He said.

Olive was stunned.

Elvis hugged her, his deep eyelids filled with fatigue from illness. He held her in his arms. Her body was as soft as jade. He frowned, “Don’t move. Let me hug you.”

Olive’s heart suddenly felt warm. Outside was heavy rain, inside the light flickered faintly. She lay in his lap, listening to the strong beat of his heart, suddenly feeling a little tired and dependent.

Forget it. Tonight, she just needs to hug him to sleep like that.

Olive soft and docile lay on his chest like a kitten.

Their breaths mingled together. The cold night was so quiet that they could hear each other’s heartbeat.

At this point, Elvis lowered his eyes and kissed her red lips.

This kiss was different from the previous one. He kissed her softly but strongly, hot lips brushing her red lips, entwining her, immersing together.

Olive’s slender eyelashes trembled violently. She hesitated and began to respond to him. She is like green fruit, iminature, but sweet and delicate, making one want to take a bite.

Elvis wrapped his arms around her slender waist and rubbed his rough palms.

The two of them had already done that kind of intimacy, and his slight temptation brought her to her selises.

“Don’t…”

She reached out her small hand and pressed it against his large palm.

Elvis’ deep eye sockets filled with scarlet. He asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re so badly injured on your back that you even think about this. Be careful to die in bed!” She blushed and glared at him.

Elvis pursed his thin lips and said h oar se ly: “If I die in bed, I can become an amorous ghost.”

Olive’s slender body quickly stiffened.

Elvis noticed the changes in her body, his eyes quickly turning deep and sharp, staring at her. Both of them thought about her taking the medicine, the atmosphere was a bit delicate.

“Let me go. I’m sleepy. I want to sleep. Olive said.

But Elvis pulled her into his arms, and he kissed her forehead…