Chapter 29: I'm Good at Bed either

She was frightened.

She felt like she had been flirted twice in a day. The rascal must be sick.

Seriously sick.

The warm light in the dining room shone his usually cold face, leaving behind a faint halo, exceptionally gentle.

She was extremely nervous.

Just now, his movements were too flirtatious, and her heart was still beating wildly. She couldn't be like that.

The man stood up and went upstairs while she followed. However, he stopped her at the door and pointed to the room beside her, telling her, "That room has been cleaned up."

She didn't care about that and followed him into the room, "Didn't you hear me clearly? I just said that my boyfriend also likes my cooking."

She snorted grumpily.

"Alright, I'm interested to hear how you two fell in love without seeing each other." He smiled , putting on a mocking tone.

"Online."

Thinking back, she gave a better reason, "He's abroad."

"Then give him a call now."

She thought of excuses. She was just about to speak when he stepped forward. "It can't be that there is no international roaming, right?"

"That was what I wanted to say."

He threw his phone to her and said with a smile, "I have."

"..."

Could she, the grand movie queen, be stumped by such a trivial matter?

"Don't you remember your boyfriend's number?"

"I don't remember yours either."

He was obviously choking for a moment, and she was glad to see him suffer.

She found a number and called. This was the man that Lily arranged to pick her up last time. She heard from Lily that her friend was a vet. They never chatted, so she could only bet that the vet could not get her call from a busy job.

Ford sat there stared at her anticipately with narrowed eyes, looking expressionless.

Beep—beep—beep——

No one answered.

She secretly praised her wit.

As expected.

"My boyfriend must be busy," she said with a face full of embarrassment. After saying that, she stretched out her slender finger and prepared to press the red button to hang up. When suddenly.

"Hi, Miss Julia."

She was stunned. But hurriedly went into business.

"Darling, are you off to work? Did you miss me today?" She replied embarrassedly. The next second, she began to pray.

'Mr. Vet, please be quick—witted.'

There was silence for two seconds.

"I was about to make a video call with you. Darling"

'Good job'

She silently awarded the vet in her heart.

'A movie king.'

No doubt!

She casully chatted for a while before hanging up, afraid that one more sentence would reveal herself. After hanging up the phone, she looked at Ford, her eyes filled with pride, "See? What else you want to say?"

She blinked. In the light flashed an irresistible attractive emotion. The man's gaze was like a sea of stars, vast and boundless, and it was difficult to see the emotions in it.

Her goal was achieved. When she turned around, she thought that she should say some thankful words. "Sorry, I have to disturb you for a few days before the house is found."

"Why?" His voice was low, as if he had an indescribable emotion.

"It takes a few days to find a house."

"Why don't you talk more?"

Excuse me? What was he thinking? Could it be that he wanted to hear something more exciting?

Easy!

Nothing can beat her, movie queen, down.

She pretended to be embarrassed, "There are some things that I'm shy to say. You know the private conversation between lovers."

"What do you like him about?"

Honestly, his voice was really clear. It was like the crisp sound of a good jade striking each other.

Hood figure and tall.

Might be, good at bed .....too.

As she thought about it, she blurted out, "Good at... bed..."

Jesus. Why did she say that out?

Damn Julia!

Hearing that, he took a step forward with meaningful gaze. His tall body revealed an intimidating oppressive feeling.

She involuntarily retreated, wanting to escape.

He had already seen through her intentions. His one slender arm directly wrapped her against the wall, and his other hand grabbed her waist.

She was dumfounded.

Why was he holding her waist?

It shouldn't be the time to measure her waist. Right?

He bent down a bit to accommodate her height, but in this way, they got closer. The atmosphere suddenly turned hot, and the air was filled with the cold fragrance and male hormones that could not be ignored. He suddenly stretched out his hand and carried her in his arms.

Then she was thrown into bed.

This was a little weird.

Could he chat in a nice way.

He leaned over and pressed down on her wrist. She could clearly feel his body pressing down on hers. A flame was springing up all over her body.

"I'm good at bed either." His elbow supported the bed and did not press all the weight on her. He said in a hoarse voice, "Want a try?"

Her eyes widened in fear.

He stroked her wrist with his fingers, and a warm breath brushed the hair on her forehead, "No one can do better than me in bed."

"...."

What was wrong with your confidence? What were you talking about? She tried to hold back her shyness and carefully reminded, "You don't like me at all. How can you do that?"

His black pupils darkened as if they were about to shine into the depths of a person's heart, and the small mole beneath his eyes was even more seductive in an invisible way.

His voice was hoarse, and his gaze was meaningful, "I could do that if I like you?"

What! Of course not.

He got the wrong script.

She felt as if she was on an oven and her body was burning. She didn't know what this man was going to do.

She began to feel regret.

Why did she dare to stimulate him? Who want to be stimulate on earth? Regardless of what he was going to do, she had to stop it.

"No way, because I don't like you."