Chapter 17 Can You Look at Me One More Time

Because the pockets cling to the thighs, the pockets are warm but not offensive. May Song may have felt for a while, but before she could find the key, her forehead was covered with sweat. Joseph has smooth thigh muscles. Even as she tried to be careful, she could not avoid touching his leg. May's face flushed to her ears, and she had no choice but to change the other pocket and go on looking for the key. May stroked it several times as it was on the other side of the trousers, and her hand was not in the right direction. Finally, she reached the key when she was so embarrassed and embarrassed that she almost choked her breath. She did not know whether it was an illusion, but the man's body seemed to stiffen a little. She took a deep breath, looked at the man who was so handsome, even with her eyes closed, and thought of what Sherry was saying. "If Sherry knew all about tonight," she whispered, "I guess I wouldn't be able to explain it." May took the key and opened the door, helping the man in. The flat was a duplex apartment. May was so exhausted that she put him on the sofa, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and went into the kitchen. There was everything in the fridge. After May married Sean, to be a qualified wife, she learned all kinds of things in the kitchen. She quickly made a bowl of hangover soup and put it on the tea table. Joseph's apartment was clean and tidy with a black and white contemporary style. The details of the room showed that Joseph's private life was healthy. There was nothing of women, not even a long hair. From Sean and his friends, May could see how messy the private lives of these gentlemen in high-level society could be. In terms of status, it was hard to imagine that Joseph was such a man, She turned to look at the sleeping man on the sofa, who looked softer when he was asleep. His features were so delicate that May could not find a flaw on his face. How could such a man have a crush on a woman? May thought that if he were awake, he would not allow her to help him back. She went into his bedroom to took out the quilt and put it over him. Then May sat down on the couch opposite Joseph. She was a little tired and prepared to have a rest before leaving. However, her posture changed from sitting to reclining and then lying on the sofa. At the time, she had forgotten that this was not her home. The living room was quiet. Joseph slowly opened his eyes. His eyes surveyed the surroundings with indifference. His eyes softened when he saw the woman asleep on the sofa opposite him. He stood up softly, the quilt slipping off him. He put the quilt aside and went straight to May's sofa. Then he noticed that her whole face was abnormally flushed. Besides, she was breathing fast. Joseph touched her forehead, which was hot. He quickly picked her up. May, who had been asleep, felt the warmth of his body, and rubbed her face against Joseph's chest, with a whisper, "... I love you so much. Why can't you look at me one more time..." He holds May closer in his arms. With his lips pursed, Joseph stepped into the bedroom, put her lightly on the bed. And then, he turned to take the phone and left the bedroom. "Hello, this is Joseph..."