Lover (1)

Vincent had been sitting on the sofa ever since he came over, holding Emily's waist with one hand.

Every time Emily talked to Janessa and the others, she felt that someone had pinched her waist. It was itchy, but she did not dare to show it. She could only turn around and glare at Vincent a little after she finished speaking.

Vincent seemed to have done it on purpose. His large palm slid down her spine. She bit her lips and endured it. A few minutes later, she turned around and bit Vincent's chin.

Everyone present was stunned.

Ferne laughed loud, "Well! Emily, I respect you! I offer you a toast!"

These sentences were strange. Ferne didn't care too much and clinked glasses against Emily's.

Emily chatted happily with everyone. She didn't reject any alcohol. She could drink some like the other people. She relied on Vincent behind her back and was not afraid of getting drunk.

Everyone had not seen each other for a long time, everyone had endless words to say now.