Chapter 149 Reconcile With Your Behavior, Doc

• "With what?" With crimson beads encircling his wrist to give off an impression of nobility, Dalton asked Wynter coldness. Despite his elegant attire, his casual demeanor somehow piqued her curiosity to unravel it. custom suits Wynter extended her arm and placed her fingertips on his diamond cufflink, her lips playing tricks on her. "Permit me to bite into you. What say you about that? She'd never asked for anything like this before. She would tolerate her intermittent explosive disorder flare-ups even to the point of pouring ice water over her head.
• She couldn't help but bite her teeth to see if his neck really was as chilly as it seemed, though, for some unknown reason. Dalton shot down the strange request, which normally would not be granted, and said, "Where do you desire to nip? With a sweet smile, Wynter said, "Your neck," her tongue skimming over her lips in anticipation. expanded. Dalton put his arms around Wynter's waist and gently raised her as he inhaled deeply. "You should find it easier to bite at this height." "Yes," in fact. Wynter wasn't concerned about how close their positions were to one another, especially in such a small area. Dalton's towering frame hid them from view as he pushed Wynter up against the wall.
• He had no idea that nobody would visit this corner because it was devoid of both sunlight and preserved herbs used for medicine. With the exception of Wynter, who would periodically stop by to have a puff of smoke, this smoker was essentially abandoned. Therefore, Wynter's primary concern at this point was how to quickly calm the excitement in her blood. Not even his Adam's apple bouncing caught her attention. Wynter buried her teeth into Dalton's immaculate neck without allowing him the time to back out. She could feel the strong aroma of sandalwood spreading between her teeth and felt a tiny chill. Nearly without thinking. She pushed in closer, letting out a low, hushed groan.