Chapter 226 He Has To Go (I)

• I am exhausted. How exhausted? So exhausted I would run away at the sight of a penis. Malik laughed against my laps. I glared at him and pinched his cheeks. He adjusted his head, deliberately rubbing over my sensitive area before his lips puckered for a kiss. I leaned and kissed his cheek instead.
• “Not fair,” Malik murmured, stretching his long legs over the other armrest.
• “Fair enough to me,” I replied. He tried to sit up, but I forced his shoulders down. We were in the living room watching a crime documentary. “Why were you laughing?”