Bittersweet Obsession Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

I clasp my hands together under my thighs to resist the temptation of reaching out and touching him to convince myself he’s real. Jian clears his throat. My eyes move over the sharp lines of his profile bathed in the moonlight. I’m reminded how Jian’s new manly form is a little like a taller, more muscular Wang Yibo. Watching Mandarin dramas to ogle this particular actor is an allowed indulgence since my mom doesn't give me grief over it. It's her greatest desire for at least one of her children to learn Chinese.

TERMS AND CONDITIONS “I…I..” Lilian didn’t know what to do. She looked towards the crowd and spotted her father with pleading eyes , she looked further and there was Nanny Rosa with tears in her eyes and she made her decision . She realized she wasn’t ready to risk her happiness for anyone . Her brother would be fine and the family name never did anything for her so why bother about it but as she looked back at Xavier , through his hardened expression she could see desperation , desperation for the deal. She knew the deal meant more than he was letting on and she decided to help him.

I'll say it bluntly, I'm not obligated to put up with these things, I know I said I wouldn't stress myself out, but damn, the bitch is hitting on Oliver in front of my face! The little smile that the bitch had on her face dies and she leaves the room without saying a peep. “Slutty little woman, I bet she’s like your ex-wife, I bet that bitch’s pussy was blinking at the sight of you, I should have stuck my hand in her face, these bitches only learn by being beaten,” I say irritated. “Calm down, let her go little one, you know I love you, you are more beautiful, fragrant, and delicious than any woman in this world, that shit doesn’t reach your feet.” He says and gives me a passionate kiss.

“You’re shaking.” “I’m not.” She was. “You are,” he said quietly. “Take a breath.” She hated that she was so predictable, that she couldn't even feel normal after a simple kiss and most importantly she hated that she wanted more. Was she a bad person for this? I mean Amara was lying in the hospital and here she was locking lips and enjoying it with her boyfriend. Someone brushed past them, murmuring apologies, and the spell broke. Damon stepped back, his expression smoothing out again.

Yet I make it anyway. Her dress rides higher on her thighs. My palm skims bare skin, warm and smooth, and she trembles under the touch. I feel her heartbeat everywhere—against my chest, beneath my fingers, in the air between us. Obsession coils tighter in my veins. She was never supposed to become this. A mission paused by politics has become the only thing anchoring me to anything resembling a future. I break the kiss to rest my lips against her ear. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

And terrifying determination. Iris quickly lowered her gaze as she felt the heat rising to her face again. "Y-Your Majesty, don't say strange things like that." He smiled faintly. But the smile never reached his eyes. Instead, he looked as though he were thinking about something else entirely. Something distant... And dark. Iris lifted the necklace again and examined it. The longer she looked at it... The stronger the strange ache inside her head became. Blurred images. A warm hand placing the necklace around her neck.