Chapter165

Natasha's POV

My pupils dilated with fear, and my sight was fixed on the eyes of Winson who suddenly approached.

In fact, I didn't expect that Winson would dare to kiss me like this after so many things

Kiss, gentle and affectionate

Winson pressed his lips on my cheek, soft and fragrant.

I was a little out of breath, but I still shouted in a low voice, "enough!"

"In this way, when you enter the room later, will you only hate me and don't think about anything else that makes you upset?"

I was stunned. Is he trying to distract himself?

I dodged his eyes, squatted down, got out of his arms and said indifferently, "I'm fine."

Then I turned around, opened the door and walked in.

Winson didn't follow. He just watched me close the door and walked to the door. He slowly put his forehead against the door and whispered, "good night."

I looked up at the white ceiling, with complex feelings in my heart.