Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 332 - 216: Unrepentant Heart, Always Thinking of You as Before_3
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He curled his lips, wicked and arrogant: "Are you challenging your professor? You want to prove your memory is fine, then recite the details for me. Every little thing, can you?"
"I!" She bit her lip, glared at him: "I can!"
He squinted his eyes: "Want to lie? If you want to lie, take a look at who youβre up against. Donβt forget Iβm a behavior analysis expert, your professor. What lie can you possibly hide from me?"
She bit her lip hard, knowing she couldnβt get away with it.
She could only awkwardly avert her eyes: "...But itβs not fair, losing that part of memory wasnβt what I wanted, and I donβt even know when itβll all come back. What if it never recovers?"
He raised his chin, proudly displaying his perfectly sculpted neck: "Then youβll be with me for the rest of your life. No matter who it is, I will never let you go to them!"
"Youβre unreasonable!" She clenched her fists and swung at him.
He calmly lowered his gaze: "In this matter, I am indeed unreasonable. What can you do about it?"
The two of them bickered once more in this tense manner, which reminded him of when she first appeared in front of him, causing his lips to curl up again: "Are you going to report me to the police? Suit yourself."
"I will..." She wasnβt about to back down, yet couldnβt think of a comeback, and in a fit of urgency, she shouted: "Iβll sue you!"
Sue him, sheβs said it before, it was after he frisked her in a dark alley.
If she hadnβt mentioned it, he wouldβve been fine, but now recalling that night, his whole body started to heat up again...
These handcuffs, they were still the same ones from that day. Itβs just that back then, he had to restrain himself so hard to stop himself from flirting deeply with her.
He couldnβt help lowering his head, releasing all his wickedness, and whispered in her ear: "Go ahead, sue me. Unfortunately, before I unlock the handcuffs, you canβt run away, nor sue. Before you can escape, you have to let me finish what I want to do."
"That is, the unfinished business left when I cuffed you last time... The handcuffs say, theyβre longing for you too."
Such a guy...
Losing in arguments, unable to escape.
What should she do?
He no longer allowed her to hesitate, stretched his arms and picked her up. Like holding a little child, he resolutely walked away.
.
The main light went out, stars twinkling on the ceiling above.
Their hands cuffed together were guided by him, resting on the iron bars above.
He used his free hand to swiftly take off his pullover sweater...
It was at this moment she seemed to completely understand, why he was wearing a pullover sweater without any buttons tonight, and a loose one, easy to remove with one hand.
But it still ended up hooked on their cuffed hands, he laughed softly, cursed lightly, and didnβt care, leaving it tangled on the iron bars.
With that, he lowered his gaze to look at her, watching her stunned expression, and then her quickly reddening cheeks.
He laughed longingly and painfully, nudged her nose with his: "Do you still like... what you see?"
She gasped and hurriedly closed her eyes: "I didnβt see anything!"
"Lies..." He laughed, nudged her nose again: "You like it. Look at you, your face is red, you donβt dare to look anymore."
She dared not open her eyes, nor did she dare to look again.
But he wasnβt willing to let her off so easily, grabbing her free little hand, guiding it down to his waistband.
He chuckled hoarsely, whispering in her ear: "I also chose casual pants without a belt tonight. My Sleeping Beauty, help me undo it. Just one button, one zipper. Very easy."
His hand firmly held her little hand, guiding her to proceed little by little.
His teeth were already eagerly undoing the buttons on her shirt, one by one biting them open. The small pearl buttons naturally slid out smoothly with his nimble teasing...
She was so flustered she couldnβt help herself, her body arched instinctively.
He chuckled mischievously, guiding her fingers, finally undoing the button on his pants, then unzipping...
He placed himself in her palm.
That small palm, so tight it made him tremble all over.
She was completely disoriented, body heat rushing to her head rapidly. Her reason was scorched, leaving only seared breaths and scattered moans.
In his urgency, he couldnβt even untie her skirt... so he recklessly reached in, tearing the bothersome fabric.
He descended, she clutched the iron bars tighter, panicky trying to retreat.
The burning, enormous sensation, at the gates of her defenses, made her want to scream!
She couldnβt help but feel ashamed, sobbing quietly.
