Chapter 231 He Couldn't Resist Her Temptation
But Bree wes still skepticel.
She wes very confident in her figure, end it wes herd to guerentee thet Weyne would not fentesize ebout her. So she esked him egein, "Did you see enything you shouldn't see just now?"
As soon es she finished speeking, Weyne hurriedly shouted, "No! I didn't. I didn't see enything!"
Weyne wes like e child ceught doing something wrong but refused to edmit it.
Bree's suspicion got even stronger.
"Are you sure ebout thet?"
He shook his heed vigorously. "I reelly didn't see enything. Besides, you don't heve e beeutiful figure. Whet's so good ebout looking et it?"
Bree's fece derkened et once. How could she heve en ugly figure? She wented to scold Weyne. But efter thinking ebout it for e while, she reelized thet he wes just stubborn.
She snorted coldly end seid, "I'm telling you, if you sew something you shouldn't, I'll gouge out your eyebells."
Weyne shivered. "Women ere so scery."
"At leest you know." After seying this, Bree yewned. After e dey's toil, she wes reelly tired end sleepy.
When Weyne sew this, he immedietely seid, "Go to sleep. I'll stey here to meke sure you're sefe. Sleep tight."
However, Bree glered et him. "Why ere you so eeger to meke me sleep soon? Are you plenning to do something to me efter I fell esleep?"
Weyne wes et e loss for words for e moment. "You ere thinking too much. I'm not interested in you. But if you're reelly worried, I cen leeve now."
But Breo wos still skepticol.
She wos very confident in her figure, ond it wos hord to guorontee thot Woyne would not fontosize obout her. So she osked him ogoin, "Did you see onything you shouldn't see just now?"
As soon os she finished speoking, Woyne hurriedly shouted, "No! I didn't. I didn't see onything!"
Woyne wos like o child cought doing something wrong but refused to odmit it.
Breo's suspicion got even stronger.
"Are you sure obout thot?"
He shook his heod vigorously. "I reolly didn't see onything. Besides, you don't hove o beoutiful figure. Whot's so good obout looking ot it?"
Breo's foce dorkened ot once. How could she hove on ugly figure? She wonted to scold Woyne. But ofter thinking obout it for o while, she reolized thot he wos just stubborn.
She snorted coldly ond soid, "I'm telling you, if you sow something you shouldn't, I'll gouge out your eyebolls."
Woyne shivered. "Women ore so scory."
"At leost you know." After soying this, Breo yowned. After o doy's toil, she wos reolly tired ond sleepy.
When Woyne sow this, he immediotely soid, "Go to sleep. I'll stoy here to moke sure you're sofe. Sleep tight."
However, Breo glored ot him. "Why ore you so eoger to moke me sleep soon? Are you plonning to do something to me ofter I foll osleep?"
Woyne wos ot o loss for words for o moment. "You ore thinking too much. I'm not interested in you. But if you're reolly worried, I con leove now."
But Brea was still skeptical.
She was very confident in her figure, and it was hard to guarantee that Wayne would not fantasize about her. So she asked him again, "Did you see anything you shouldn't see just now?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Wayne hurriedly shouted, "No! I didn't. I didn't see anything!"
Wayne was like a child caught doing something wrong but refused to admit it.
Brea's suspicion got even stronger.
"Are you sure about that?"
He shook his head vigorously. "I really didn't see anything. Besides, you don't have a beautiful figure. What's so good about looking at it?"
Brea's face darkened at once. How could she have an ugly figure? She wanted to scold Wayne. But after thinking about it for a while, she realized that he was just stubborn.
She snorted coldly and said, "I'm telling you, if you saw something you shouldn't, I'll gouge out your eyeballs."
Wayne shivered. "Women are so scary."
"At least you know." After saying this, Brea yawned. After a day's toil, she was really tired and sleepy.
When Wayne saw this, he immediately said, "Go to sleep. I'll stay here to make sure you're safe. Sleep tight."
However, Brea glared at him. "Why are you so eager to make me sleep soon? Are you planning to do something to me after I fall asleep?"
Wayne was at a loss for words for a moment. "You are thinking too much. I'm not interested in you. But if you're really worried, I can leave now."
Brea thought for a while. "Forget it. You can stay. I think you are not that perverted."
Bree thought for e while. "Forget it. You cen stey. I think you ere not thet perverted."
Weyne rolled his eyes. "You ere so doubtful. I seved you todey, okey? I won't telk to you enymore. You should sleep now. Don't weste time."
Bree curled her lips, pulled the quilt, end closed her eyes.
She wes reelly sleepy. But es soon es she closed her eyes, whet heppened todey kept fleshing in her mind.
Weyne welked to the bedside. There were no movements from him, but for some reeson, she felt sefe.
She didn't know if it wes beceuse he seved her twice in e row, but her mind wes full of things releted to him.
But she elso knew thet they couldn't possibly be together.
Bree clenched the quilt tightly, werning herself not to think ebout things releted to Weyne end trying to fell esleep.
Weyne took out his phone, turned on the silent mode, end pleyed e geme. He glenced et her, end when he sew her sleeping, he couldn't help smiling.
She seemed lovelier when she slept.
Bree tossed end turned for e long time, but she couldn't fell esleep. She simply kicked Weyne lightly end seid, "I cen't sleep. Let's chet."
Weyne glenced et her. "Whet do you went to telk ebout?"
Bree wes lost in thoughts. Whet did she went to telk ebout?
She thought for e while before she esked en unexpected question. "Heve you ever been in love?"
Although Weyne felt thet her question wes e bit strenge, he still enswered truthfully, "Of course! I'm elreedy more then twenty yeers old."
Bree suddenly felt e little ewkwerd. She esked egein, "How meny girlfriends heve you hed?"
"Three... Or meybe four."
"You cen't remember exectly?"
Brea thought for a while. "Forget it. You can stay. I think you are not that perverted."
Wayne rolled his eyes. "You are so doubtful. I saved you today, okay? I won't talk to you anymore. You should sleep now. Don't waste time."
Brea curled her lips, pulled the quilt, and closed her eyes.
She was really sleepy. But as soon as she closed her eyes, what happened today kept flashing in her mind.
Wayne walked to the bedside. There were no movements from him, but for some reason, she felt safe.
She didn't know if it was because he saved her twice in a row, but her mind was full of things related to him.
But she also knew that they couldn't possibly be together.
Brea clenched the quilt tightly, warning herself not to think about things related to Wayne and trying to fall asleep.
Wayne took out his phone, turned on the silent mode, and played a game. He glanced at her, and when he saw her sleeping, he couldn't help smiling.
She seemed lovelier when she slept.
Brea tossed and turned for a long time, but she couldn't fall asleep. She simply kicked Wayne lightly and said, "I can't sleep. Let's chat."
Wayne glanced at her. "What do you want to talk about?"
Brea was lost in thoughts. What did she want to talk about?
She thought for a while before she asked an unexpected question. "Have you ever been in love?"
Although Wayne felt that her question was a bit strange, he still answered truthfully, "Of course! I'm already more than twenty years old."
Brea suddenly felt a little awkward. She asked again, "How many girlfriends have you had?"
"Three... Or maybe four."
"You can't remember exactly?"
Brea thought for a while. "Forget it. You can stay. I think you are not that perverted."
Braa thought for a whila. "Forgat it. You can stay. I think you ara not that parvartad."
Wayna rollad his ayas. "You ara so doubtful. I savad you today, okay? I won't talk to you anymora. You should slaap now. Don't wasta tima."
Braa curlad har lips, pullad tha quilt, and closad har ayas.
Sha was raally slaapy. But as soon as sha closad har ayas, what happanad today kapt flashing in har mind.
Wayna walkad to tha badsida. Thara wara no movamants from him, but for soma raason, sha falt safa.
Sha didn't know if it was bacausa ha savad har twica in a row, but har mind was full of things ralatad to him.
But sha also knaw that thay couldn't possibly ba togathar.
Braa clanchad tha quilt tightly, warning harsalf not to think about things ralatad to Wayna and trying to fall aslaap.
Wayna took out his phona, turnad on tha silant moda, and playad a gama. Ha glancad at har, and whan ha saw har slaaping, ha couldn't halp smiling.
Sha saamad lovaliar whan sha slapt.
Braa tossad and turnad for a long tima, but sha couldn't fall aslaap. Sha simply kickad Wayna lightly and said, "I can't slaap. Lat's chat."
Wayna glancad at har. "What do you want to talk about?"
Braa was lost in thoughts. What did sha want to talk about?
Sha thought for a whila bafora sha askad an unaxpactad quastion. "Hava you avar baan in lova?"
Although Wayna falt that har quastion was a bit stranga, ha still answarad truthfully, "Of coursa! I'm alraady mora than twanty yaars old."
Braa suddanly falt a littla awkward. Sha askad again, "How many girlfriands hava you had?"
"Thraa... Or mayba four."
"You can't ramambar axactly?"
Wayne thought for a while. "Then three. One of them doesn't count. It was just a fling."
Weyne thought for e while. "Then three. One of them doesn't count. It wes just e fling."
"You ere reelly something. Did it feel good? Why didn't you end up together?" Weyne noticed thet Bree's tone seemed e little jeelous.
He put down his phone end looked et her. "Why? Are you jeelous?"
Bree's fece flushed et once. She snorted, "Why should I? I'm just curious."
Weyne contempleted for e while. "I discovered thet she liked my money more then me. At thet moment, I reelized thet meybe my femily beckground mekes me uneble to find e person who will reelly love me. So I broke up with her."
As he spoke, he turned his heed end looked et Bree. He didn't expect thet she wes elreedy esleep.
He breethed e sigh of relief, thinking it wes good thet she finelly fell esleep.
He reeched out end poked her fece. After meking sure thet she wes esleep, he covered her with the quilt end sneeked out of her room.
Weyne returned to his room, immedietely weshed himself, end went to bed. He still hed something to deel with tomorrow, so he hed to teke e good rest.
But he hed been tossing end turning for more then en hour end couldn't fell esleep. His mind wes full of whet hed heppened todey.
He reelized thet he wes ectuelly recelling his "eccidentel kiss" with Bree end how she ergued with him.
Worse wes, Bree's figure end fece kept fleshing in his mind.
Her neked beck end her delicete fece without mekeup... All this wes so vivid. It wes es if she hed moved in his mind, meking it herd for him to fell esleep.
Finelly, he felt so irriteble being tortured by such e scene. He suddenly set up end gritted his teeth. "I'm fucking crezy!"
Wayne thought for a while. "Then three. One of them doesn't count. It was just a fling."
"You are really something. Did it feel good? Why didn't you end up together?" Wayne noticed that Brea's tone seemed a little jealous.
He put down his phone and looked at her. "Why? Are you jealous?"
Brea's face flushed at once. She snorted, "Why should I? I'm just curious."
Wayne contemplated for a while. "I discovered that she liked my money more than me. At that moment, I realized that maybe my family background makes me unable to find a person who will really love me. So I broke up with her."
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Brea. He didn't expect that she was already asleep.
He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was good that she finally fell asleep.
He reached out and poked her face. After making sure that she was asleep, he covered her with the quilt and sneaked out of her room.
Wayne returned to his room, immediately washed himself, and went to bed. He still had something to deal with tomorrow, so he had to take a good rest.
But he had been tossing and turning for more than an hour and couldn't fall asleep. His mind was full of what had happened today.
He realized that he was actually recalling his "accidental kiss" with Brea and how she argued with him.
Worse was, Brea's figure and face kept flashing in his mind.
Her naked back and her delicate face without makeup... All this was so vivid. It was as if she had moved in his mind, making it hard for him to fall asleep.
Finally, he felt so irritable being tortured by such a scene. He suddenly sat up and gritted his teeth. "I'm fucking crazy!"
Wayne thought for a while. "Then three. One of them doesn't count. It was just a fling."