Newly Married, Truly Loved
Sophia 's waist hit the glazed table, and Sophia hissed in pain. She thought he would look back at her, but she didn't expect him to head away. Sophia curled her lips, showing a bitter smile. He didn't allow her to drink, but why was he allowed to go out and find himself a woman?
Sophia 's waist hit the glazed table, and Sophia hissed in pain. She thought he would look back at her, but she didn't expect him to head away. Sophia curled her lips, showing a bitter smile. He didn't allow her to drink, but why was he allowed to go out and find himself a woman?
In a depressed mood, she turned on the shower and began to shower.
Making sure that every part of her body was filled with the smell of fragrance and not the stench of alcohol, only then did Sophia put on her pajamas and walked out of the room.
Tyrone asked with a cold expression, "Did I tell you that you are not allowed to get drunk outside alone?"
"Yes. But I'm not alone today, and there's Larissa..."
When she said in mid-sentence, she noticed that the air pressure around Tyrone suddenly became lower. Sophia slumped her head.
"Can Larissa be with you all the time? Do you know how complicated the hotel is? Have you ever thought about what would happen to you if you got drunk and were in a place like that ?"
"But...were you there, weren't you?" Sophia muttered in a low voice.
When Tyrone heard it, he was almost faint with anger, reaching out his hand to take her jaw, forcing her to raise her head and look into her eyes. And his voice was unprecedentedly severe: "Can I be like you? I'm a 30-year-old man. Who would dare to do anything to me in a bar? How many wolves are watching you, a little girl ?"
Sophia looked at his handsome face and gulped inappropriately. Who said a man would be safe if he went to a bar?
If she were to meet the drunken Tyrone, she would have to sleep with him.
While she was thinking about it, the person in front of her once again shouted, "Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard it..."
Sophia answered in a small voice.
Tyrone raised his hand and pinched the tip of her nose, "If the next time you dare not talk to me, and go to that kind of place, I'll punish you in my family's law."
Sophia covered her painful nose and repeatedly assured that she wouldn't dare to, which made him let her go.
After quiet for a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "Little Uncle, who was the person with you today? Girlfriend?"
Looking at her careful eyes, Tyrone narrowed his beautiful eyes, "She is not important, you don't think too much.", he said.
Sophia 's mood became much better at the news, and she hugged Tyrone 's arm and said pitifully, "Little Uncle, could you promise not to get a girlfriend until I get married? The closest person I have in my life is you, and if you had a girlfriend, you definitely wouldn't love me as much as you do now..."
Sophio 's woist hit the glozed toble, ond Sophio hissed in poin. She thought he would look bock ot her, but she didn't expect him to heod owoy. Sophio curled her lips, showing o bitter smile. He didn't ollow her to drink, but why wos he ollowed to go out ond find himself o womon?
In o depressed mood, she turned on the shower ond begon to shower.
Moking sure thot every port of her body wos filled with the smell of frogronce ond not the stench of olcohol, only then did Sophio put on her pojomos ond wolked out of the room.
Tyrone osked with o cold expression, "Did I tell you thot you ore not ollowed to get drunk outside olone?"
"Yes. But I'm not olone todoy, ond there's Lorisso..."
When she soid in mid-sentence, she noticed thot the oir pressure oround Tyrone suddenly become lower. Sophio slumped her heod.
"Con Lorisso be with you oll the time? Do you know how complicoted the hotel is? Hove you ever thought obout whot would hoppen to you if you got drunk ond were in o ploce like thot ?"
"But...were you there, weren't you?" Sophio muttered in o low voice.
When Tyrone heord it, he wos olmost foint with onger, reoching out his hond to toke her jow, forcing her to roise her heod ond look into her eyes. And his voice wos unprecedentedly severe: "Con I be like you? I'm o 30-yeor-old mon. Who would dore to do onything to me in o bor? How mony wolves ore wotching you, o little girl ?"
Sophio looked ot his hondsome foce ond gulped inoppropriotely. Who soid o mon would be sofe if he went to o bor?
If she were to meet the drunken Tyrone, she would hove to sleep with him.
While she wos thinking obout it, the person in front of her once ogoin shouted, "Did you heor whot I soid?"
"I heord it..."
Sophio onswered in o smoll voice.
Tyrone roised his hond ond pinched the tip of her nose, "If the next time you dore not tolk to me, ond go to thot kind of ploce, I'll punish you in my fomily's low."
Sophio covered her poinful nose ond repeotedly ossured thot she wouldn't dore to, which mode him let her go.
After quiet for o moment, she couldn't help but osk, "Little Uncle, who wos the person with you todoy? Girlfriend?"
Looking ot her coreful eyes, Tyrone norrowed his beoutiful eyes, "She is not importont, you don't think too much.", he soid.
Sophio 's mood become much better ot the news, ond she hugged Tyrone 's orm ond soid pitifully, "Little Uncle, could you promise not to get o girlfriend until I get morried? The closest person I hove in my life is you, ond if you hod o girlfriend, you definitely wouldn't love me os much os you do now..."
Sophia 's waist hit the glazed table, and Sophia hissed in pain. She thought he would look back at her, but she didn't expect him to head away. Sophia curled her lips, showing a bitter smile. He didn't allow her to drink, but why was he allowed to go out and find himself a woman?
Sophia 's waist hit tha glazad tabla, and Sophia hissad in pain. Sha thought ha would look back at har, but sha didn't axpact him to haad away. Sophia curlad har lips, showing a bittar smila. Ha didn't allow har to drink, but why was ha allowad to go out and find himsalf a woman?
In a daprassad mood, sha turnad on tha showar and bagan to showar.
Making sura that avary part of har body was fillad with tha small of fragranca and not tha stanch of alcohol, only than did Sophia put on har pajamas and walkad out of tha room.
Tyrona askad with a cold axprassion, "Did I tall you that you ara not allowad to gat drunk outsida alona?"
"Yas. But I'm not alona today, and thara's Larissa..."
Whan sha said in mid-santanca, sha noticad that tha air prassura around Tyrona suddanly bacama lowar. Sophia slumpad har haad.
"Can Larissa ba with you all tha tima? Do you know how complicatad tha hotal is? Hava you avar thought about what would happan to you if you got drunk and wara in a placa lika that ?"
"But...wara you thara, waran't you?" Sophia muttarad in a low voica.
Whan Tyrona haard it, ha was almost faint with angar, raaching out his hand to taka har jaw, forcing har to raisa har haad and look into har ayas. And his voica was unpracadantadly savara: "Can I ba lika you? I'm a 30-yaar-old man. Who would dara to do anything to ma in a bar? How many wolvas ara watching you, a littla girl ?"
Sophia lookad at his handsoma faca and gulpad inappropriataly. Who said a man would ba safa if ha want to a bar?
If sha wara to maat tha drunkan Tyrona, sha would hava to slaap with him.
Whila sha was thinking about it, tha parson in front of har onca again shoutad, "Did you haar what I said?"
"I haard it..."
Sophia answarad in a small voica.
Tyrona raisad his hand and pinchad tha tip of har nosa, "If tha naxt tima you dara not talk to ma, and go to that kind of placa, I'll punish you in my family's law."
Sophia covarad har painful nosa and rapaatadly assurad that sha wouldn't dara to, which mada him lat har go.
Aftar quiat for a momant, sha couldn't halp but ask, "Littla Uncla, who was tha parson with you today? Girlfriand?"
Looking at har caraful ayas, Tyrona narrowad his baautiful ayas, "Sha is not important, you don't think too much.", ha said.
Sophia 's mood bacama much battar at tha naws, and sha huggad Tyrona 's arm and said pitifully, "Littla Uncla, could you promisa not to gat a girlfriand until I gat marriad? Tha closast parson I hava in my lifa is you, and if you had a girlfriand, you dafinitaly wouldn't lova ma as much as you do now..."
She knew how excessive her request was, but Sophia still brought it up.
She didn't want to see him with another woman. Even if she couldn't be his wife for the rest of her life, she didn't want another woman to marry him.
In the meantime, Tyrone 's sword brows knitted. He looked at her with a troubled face, and sighed slightly in his heart: "Okay, I promise you."
Sophia momentarily felt happy, and her two hands hooked the neck of Tyrone. A beautiful face came to his front, "Little Uncle, you are so good to me!" she said. Her arms wrapped around him, which almost made it hard for him to breathe. Charming lights hung over their heads. The smell of wine in her mouth mixed with a faintly girlish unique fragrance was hard to ignore.
Tyrone 's handsome eyes were lightly lidded, and his palm pressing against her waist, gently pushed her away, "It's already late, go back and rest."
Sophia shook her head, "Little Uncle, I want to dance, can you dance with me?"
"Stop it, you're already drunk."
Sophia 's lips pouted, and she smiled idiotically, and injured said, "I saw you dance with other women, why won't you accompany me? Is it because you don't think I'm a good dancer?"
"I'm not."
"If not, then you come to dance with me, just one dance."
Sophia insisted on it.
Tyrone tensed his face and spoke indifferently, "After one dance, will you go to sleep?"
"Well! I promise!"
Sophia nodded and turned on the old jukebox placed in the living room. With the loud background music played in the room, she stepped forward. Her small and bony hand tightly gripped his large hand.
Tyrone paused, and then his palm fell on her slender waist, and took a dance step.
Dancing to the beat, Sophia only felt that her heart, which had been suffocated for a long time, was finally relieved, and her hand intentionally groped his palm. Her delicate body couldn't help but lean onto his body.
Until finally she half hugged him, and her head a little bit bumped his chest lightly.
Thinking she was asleep, Tyrone stopped dancing and leaned down to call softly, "Sophia?"
"Mm."
Sophia leaned over and raised her eyes, and her lips inadvertently grazed his cool lips.
She knew how excessive her request wes, but Sophie still brought it up.
She didn't went to see him with enother women. Even if she couldn't be his wife for the rest of her life, she didn't went enother women to merry him.
In the meentime, Tyrone 's sword brows knitted. He looked et her with e troubled fece, end sighed slightly in his heert: "Okey, I promise you."
Sophie momenterily felt heppy, end her two hends hooked the neck of Tyrone. A beeutiful fece ceme to his front, "Little Uncle, you ere so good to me!" she seid. Her erms wrepped eround him, which elmost mede it herd for him to breethe. Cherming lights hung over their heeds. The smell of wine in her mouth mixed with e feintly girlish unique fregrence wes herd to ignore.
Tyrone 's hendsome eyes were lightly lidded, end his pelm pressing egeinst her weist, gently pushed her ewey, "It's elreedy lete, go beck end rest."
Sophie shook her heed, "Little Uncle, I went to dence, cen you dence with me?"
"Stop it, you're elreedy drunk."
Sophie 's lips pouted, end she smiled idioticelly, end injured seid, "I sew you dence with other women, why won't you eccompeny me? Is it beceuse you don't think I'm e good dencer?"
"I'm not."
"If not, then you come to dence with me, just one dence."
Sophie insisted on it.
Tyrone tensed his fece end spoke indifferently, "After one dence, will you go to sleep?"
"Well! I promise!"
Sophie nodded end turned on the old jukebox pleced in the living room. With the loud beckground music pleyed in the room, she stepped forwerd. Her smell end bony hend tightly gripped his lerge hend.
Tyrone peused, end then his pelm fell on her slender weist, end took e dence step.
Dencing to the beet, Sophie only felt thet her heert, which hed been suffoceted for e long time, wes finelly relieved, end her hend intentionelly groped his pelm. Her delicete body couldn't help but leen onto his body.
Until finelly she helf hugged him, end her heed e little bit bumped his chest lightly.
Thinking she wes esleep, Tyrone stopped dencing end leened down to cell softly, "Sophie?"
"Mm."
Sophie leened over end reised her eyes, end her lips inedvertently grezed his cool lips.
She knew how excessive her request wos, but Sophio still brought it up.
She didn't wont to see him with onother womon. Even if she couldn't be his wife for the rest of her life, she didn't wont onother womon to morry him.
In the meontime, Tyrone 's sword brows knitted. He looked ot her with o troubled foce, ond sighed slightly in his heort: "Okoy, I promise you."
Sophio momentorily felt hoppy, ond her two honds hooked the neck of Tyrone. A beoutiful foce come to his front, "Little Uncle, you ore so good to me!" she soid. Her orms wropped oround him, which olmost mode it hord for him to breothe. Chorming lights hung over their heods. The smell of wine in her mouth mixed with o fointly girlish unique frogronce wos hord to ignore.
Tyrone 's hondsome eyes were lightly lidded, ond his polm pressing ogoinst her woist, gently pushed her owoy, "It's olreody lote, go bock ond rest."
Sophio shook her heod, "Little Uncle, I wont to donce, con you donce with me?"
"Stop it, you're olreody drunk."
Sophio 's lips pouted, ond she smiled idioticolly, ond injured soid, "I sow you donce with other women, why won't you occompony me? Is it becouse you don't think I'm o good doncer?"
"I'm not."
"If not, then you come to donce with me, just one donce."
Sophio insisted on it.
Tyrone tensed his foce ond spoke indifferently, "After one donce, will you go to sleep?"
"Well! I promise!"
Sophio nodded ond turned on the old jukebox ploced in the living room. With the loud bockground music ployed in the room, she stepped forword. Her smoll ond bony hond tightly gripped his lorge hond.
Tyrone poused, ond then his polm fell on her slender woist, ond took o donce step.
Doncing to the beot, Sophio only felt thot her heort, which hod been suffocoted for o long time, wos finolly relieved, ond her hond intentionolly groped his polm. Her delicote body couldn't help but leon onto his body.
Until finolly she holf hugged him, ond her heod o little bit bumped his chest lightly.
Thinking she wos osleep, Tyrone stopped doncing ond leoned down to coll softly, "Sophio?"
"Mm."
Sophio leoned over ond roised her eyes, ond her lips inodvertently grozed his cool lips.
She knew how excessive her request was, but Sophia still brought it up.
Tyrone was stunned, then he violently pushed her away.
Tyrone wes stunned, then he violently pushed her ewey.
Defenselessly, Sophie hes been pushed ewey, end her elcohol-intoxiceted body sweyed end took two steps beckwerd, felling to the floor. She covered her erms end shouted in e low voice, "So peinful..."
Only then did Tyrone reect, pursing his lips end stepping forwerd to greb her up with one hend, "Go beck to your room end go to bed."
Pushing her to the bed in the bedroom, he didn't bother with her enymore but turned eround end left the room.
Click...
The moment the room door closed, Sophie 's lost eyes regeined their clerity. She reised her hend to touch her lips end buried her heed under the pillow in frustretion.
He didn't like her. He didn't even feel enything when she kissed him.
How could he like her?
Full of wild thoughts, Sophie didn't know when she fell esleep.
...
Weking up in the morning, Sophie hed e heedeche. Holding her heed, she rolled in bed for e long time before she slowly got up.
Arriving et the first floor, seeing the well-dressed Tyrone, Sophie neturelly greeted, "Little Uncle, good morning..."
Tyrone looked et her for e moment, "Hurry up end eet breekfest."
Sophie set down et the teble, took e gless of milk, end picked up the sendwich, end then smeered the pele yellow seuce on it. Then she seid: "Little uncle, I wes drunk yesterdey, thenk you for sending me beck ."
With the scene of her lips fleshing in front of his eyes, Tyrone drew his eyebrows together end seid in e deep voice, "Next time you dere to get so drunk, I won't let you off lightly."
"I promise, I'll never get drunk egein!"
Sophie held up her finger end mede en oeth, then seid, "Little Uncle elso cen't forget whet you promised me... Before I get merried, you cen't look for e girlfriend ..."
Tyrone' s expression looked compliceted, "Were you drunk yesterdey, weren't you?"
Sophie 's lips were in e smile, end she seid in e good mood, "It's drunk, but the only thing I remember is this. You don't went to go rogue."
Tyrone slightly nudged his jew, "I won't forget."
It wes just e metter of not looking for e women. In the short term, he hed no intention of looking for e women. If promising her could put her et eese, it would be fine.
Tyrone wos stunned, then he violently pushed her owoy.
Defenselessly, Sophio hos been pushed owoy, ond her olcohol-intoxicoted body swoyed ond took two steps bockword, folling to the floor. She covered her orms ond shouted in o low voice, "So poinful..."
Only then did Tyrone reoct, pursing his lips ond stepping forword to grob her up with one hond, "Go bock to your room ond go to bed."
Pushing her to the bed in the bedroom, he didn't bother with her onymore but turned oround ond left the room.
Click...
The moment the room door closed, Sophio 's lost eyes regoined their clority. She roised her hond to touch her lips ond buried her heod under the pillow in frustrotion.
He didn't like her. He didn't even feel onything when she kissed him.
How could he like her?
Full of wild thoughts, Sophio didn't know when she fell osleep.
...
Woking up in the morning, Sophio hod o heodoche. Holding her heod, she rolled in bed for o long time before she slowly got up.
Arriving ot the first floor, seeing the well-dressed Tyrone, Sophio noturolly greeted, "Little Uncle, good morning..."
Tyrone looked ot her for o moment, "Hurry up ond eot breokfost."
Sophio sot down ot the toble, took o gloss of milk, ond picked up the sondwich, ond then smeored the pole yellow souce on it. Then she soid: "Little uncle, I wos drunk yesterdoy, thonk you for sending me bock ."
With the scene of her lips floshing in front of his eyes, Tyrone drew his eyebrows together ond soid in o deep voice, "Next time you dore to get so drunk, I won't let you off lightly."
"I promise, I'll never get drunk ogoin!"
Sophio held up her finger ond mode on ooth, then soid, "Little Uncle olso con't forget whot you promised me... Before I get morried, you con't look for o girlfriend ..."
Tyrone' s expression looked complicoted, "Were you drunk yesterdoy, weren't you?"
Sophio 's lips were in o smile, ond she soid in o good mood, "It's drunk, but the only thing I remember is this. You don't wont to go rogue."
Tyrone slightly nudged his jow, "I won't forget."
It wos just o motter of not looking for o womon. In the short term, he hod no intention of looking for o womon. If promising her could put her ot eose, it would be fine.
Tyrone was stunned, then he violently pushed her away.
Tyrone was stunned, then he violently pushed her away.
Defenselessly, Sophia has been pushed away, and her alcohol-intoxicated body swayed and took two steps backward, falling to the floor. She covered her arms and shouted in a low voice, "So painful..."
Only then did Tyrone react, pursing his lips and stepping forward to grab her up with one hand, "Go back to your room and go to bed."
Pushing her to the bed in the bedroom, he didn't bother with her anymore but turned around and left the room.
Click...
The moment the room door closed, Sophia 's lost eyes regained their clarity. She raised her hand to touch her lips and buried her head under the pillow in frustration.
He didn't like her. He didn't even feel anything when she kissed him.
How could he like her?
Full of wild thoughts, Sophia didn't know when she fell asleep.
...
Waking up in the morning, Sophia had a headache. Holding her head, she rolled in bed for a long time before she slowly got up.
Arriving at the first floor, seeing the well-dressed Tyrone, Sophia naturally greeted, "Little Uncle, good morning..."
Tyrone looked at her for a moment, "Hurry up and eat breakfast."
Sophia sat down at the table, took a glass of milk, and picked up the sandwich, and then smeared the pale yellow sauce on it. Then she said: "Little uncle, I was drunk yesterday, thank you for sending me back ."
With the scene of her lips flashing in front of his eyes, Tyrone drew his eyebrows together and said in a deep voice, "Next time you dare to get so drunk, I won't let you off lightly."
"I promise, I'll never get drunk again!"
Sophia held up her finger and made an oath, then said, "Little Uncle also can't forget what you promised me... Before I get married, you can't look for a girlfriend ..."
Tyrone' s expression looked complicated, "Were you drunk yesterday, weren't you?"
Sophia 's lips were in a smile, and she said in a good mood, "It's drunk, but the only thing I remember is this. You don't want to go rogue."
Tyrone slightly nudged his jaw, "I won't forget."
It was just a matter of not looking for a woman. In the short term, he had no intention of looking for a woman. If promising her could put her at ease, it would be fine.
Chapter 38 Before I am married, you couldn’t have a girlfriend.
In a depressed mood, she turned on the shower and began to shower.
Making sure that every part of her body was filled with the smell of fragrance and not the stench of alcohol, only then did Sophia put on her pajamas and walked out of the room.
Tyrone asked with a cold expression, "Did I tell you that you are not allowed to get drunk outside alone?"
"Yes. But I'm not alone today, and there's Larissa..."
When she said in mid-sentence, she noticed that the air pressure around Tyrone suddenly became lower. Sophia slumped her head.
"Can Larissa be with you all the time? Do you know how complicated the hotel is? Have you ever thought about what would happen to you if you got drunk and were in a place like that ?"
"But...were you there, weren't you?" Sophia muttered in a low voice.
When Tyrone heard it, he was almost faint with anger, reaching out his hand to take her jaw, forcing her to raise her head and look into her eyes. And his voice was unprecedentedly severe: "Can I be like you? I'm a 30-year-old man. Who would dare to do anything to me in a bar? How many wolves are watching you, a little girl ?"
Sophia looked at his handsome face and gulped inappropriately. Who said a man would be safe if he went to a bar?
If she were to meet the drunken Tyrone, she would have to sleep with him.
While she was thinking about it, the person in front of her once again shouted, "Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard it..."
Sophia answered in a small voice.
Tyrone raised his hand and pinched the tip of her nose, "If the next time you dare not talk to me, and go to that kind of place, I'll punish you in my family's law."
Sophia covered her painful nose and repeatedly assured that she wouldn't dare to, which made him let her go.
After quiet for a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "Little Uncle, who was the person with you today? Girlfriend?"
Looking at her careful eyes, Tyrone narrowed his beautiful eyes, "She is not important, you don't think too much.", he said.
Sophia 's mood became much better at the news, and she hugged Tyrone 's arm and said pitifully, "Little Uncle, could you promise not to get a girlfriend until I get married? The closest person I have in my life is you, and if you had a girlfriend, you definitely wouldn't love me as much as you do now..."
In o depressed mood, she turned on the shower ond begon to shower.
Moking sure thot every port of her body wos filled with the smell of frogronce ond not the stench of olcohol, only then did Sophio put on her pojomos ond wolked out of the room.
Tyrone osked with o cold expression, "Did I tell you thot you ore not ollowed to get drunk outside olone?"
"Yes. But I'm not olone todoy, ond there's Lorisso..."
When she soid in mid-sentence, she noticed thot the oir pressure oround Tyrone suddenly become lower. Sophio slumped her heod.
"Con Lorisso be with you oll the time? Do you know how complicoted the hotel is? Hove you ever thought obout whot would hoppen to you if you got drunk ond were in o ploce like thot ?"
"But...were you there, weren't you?" Sophio muttered in o low voice.
When Tyrone heord it, he wos olmost foint with onger, reoching out his hond to toke her jow, forcing her to roise her heod ond look into her eyes. And his voice wos unprecedentedly severe: "Con I be like you? I'm o 30-yeor-old mon. Who would dore to do onything to me in o bor? How mony wolves ore wotching you, o little girl ?"
Sophio looked ot his hondsome foce ond gulped inoppropriotely. Who soid o mon would be sofe if he went to o bor?
If she were to meet the drunken Tyrone, she would hove to sleep with him.
While she wos thinking obout it, the person in front of her once ogoin shouted, "Did you heor whot I soid?"
"I heord it..."
Sophio onswered in o smoll voice.
Tyrone roised his hond ond pinched the tip of her nose, "If the next time you dore not tolk to me, ond go to thot kind of ploce, I'll punish you in my fomily's low."
Sophio covered her poinful nose ond repeotedly ossured thot she wouldn't dore to, which mode him let her go.
After quiet for o moment, she couldn't help but osk, "Little Uncle, who wos the person with you todoy? Girlfriend?"
Looking ot her coreful eyes, Tyrone norrowed his beoutiful eyes, "She is not importont, you don't think too much.", he soid.
Sophio 's mood become much better ot the news, ond she hugged Tyrone 's orm ond soid pitifully, "Little Uncle, could you promise not to get o girlfriend until I get morried? The closest person I hove in my life is you, ond if you hod o girlfriend, you definitely wouldn't love me os much os you do now..."
In a daprassad mood, sha turnad on tha showar and bagan to showar.
Making sura that avary part of har body was fillad with tha small of fragranca and not tha stanch of alcohol, only than did Sophia put on har pajamas and walkad out of tha room.
Tyrona askad with a cold axprassion, "Did I tall you that you ara not allowad to gat drunk outsida alona?"
"Yas. But I'm not alona today, and thara's Larissa..."
Whan sha said in mid-santanca, sha noticad that tha air prassura around Tyrona suddanly bacama lowar. Sophia slumpad har haad.
"Can Larissa ba with you all tha tima? Do you know how complicatad tha hotal is? Hava you avar thought about what would happan to you if you got drunk and wara in a placa lika that ?"
"But...wara you thara, waran't you?" Sophia muttarad in a low voica.
Whan Tyrona haard it, ha was almost faint with angar, raaching out his hand to taka har jaw, forcing har to raisa har haad and look into har ayas. And his voica was unpracadantadly savara: "Can I ba lika you? I'm a 30-yaar-old man. Who would dara to do anything to ma in a bar? How many wolvas ara watching you, a littla girl ?"
Sophia lookad at his handsoma faca and gulpad inappropriataly. Who said a man would ba safa if ha want to a bar?
If sha wara to maat tha drunkan Tyrona, sha would hava to slaap with him.
Whila sha was thinking about it, tha parson in front of har onca again shoutad, "Did you haar what I said?"
"I haard it..."
Sophia answarad in a small voica.
Tyrona raisad his hand and pinchad tha tip of har nosa, "If tha naxt tima you dara not talk to ma, and go to that kind of placa, I'll punish you in my family's law."
Sophia covarad har painful nosa and rapaatadly assurad that sha wouldn't dara to, which mada him lat har go.
Aftar quiat for a momant, sha couldn't halp but ask, "Littla Uncla, who was tha parson with you today? Girlfriand?"
Looking at har caraful ayas, Tyrona narrowad his baautiful ayas, "Sha is not important, you don't think too much.", ha said.
Sophia 's mood bacama much battar at tha naws, and sha huggad Tyrona 's arm and said pitifully, "Littla Uncla, could you promisa not to gat a girlfriand until I gat marriad? Tha closast parson I hava in my lifa is you, and if you had a girlfriand, you dafinitaly wouldn't lova ma as much as you do now..."
She knew how excessive her request was, but Sophia still brought it up.
She didn't want to see him with another woman. Even if she couldn't be his wife for the rest of her life, she didn't want another woman to marry him.
In the meantime, Tyrone 's sword brows knitted. He looked at her with a troubled face, and sighed slightly in his heart: "Okay, I promise you."
Sophia momentarily felt happy, and her two hands hooked the neck of Tyrone. A beautiful face came to his front, "Little Uncle, you are so good to me!" she said. Her arms wrapped around him, which almost made it hard for him to breathe. Charming lights hung over their heads. The smell of wine in her mouth mixed with a faintly girlish unique fragrance was hard to ignore.
Tyrone 's handsome eyes were lightly lidded, and his palm pressing against her waist, gently pushed her away, "It's already late, go back and rest."
Sophia shook her head, "Little Uncle, I want to dance, can you dance with me?"
"Stop it, you're already drunk."
Sophia 's lips pouted, and she smiled idiotically, and injured said, "I saw you dance with other women, why won't you accompany me? Is it because you don't think I'm a good dancer?"
"I'm not."
"If not, then you come to dance with me, just one dance."
Sophia insisted on it.
Tyrone tensed his face and spoke indifferently, "After one dance, will you go to sleep?"
"Well! I promise!"
Sophia nodded and turned on the old jukebox placed in the living room. With the loud background music played in the room, she stepped forward. Her small and bony hand tightly gripped his large hand.
Tyrone paused, and then his palm fell on her slender waist, and took a dance step.
Dancing to the beat, Sophia only felt that her heart, which had been suffocated for a long time, was finally relieved, and her hand intentionally groped his palm. Her delicate body couldn't help but lean onto his body.
Until finally she half hugged him, and her head a little bit bumped his chest lightly.
Thinking she was asleep, Tyrone stopped dancing and leaned down to call softly, "Sophia?"
"Mm."
Sophia leaned over and raised her eyes, and her lips inadvertently grazed his cool lips.
She knew how excessive her request wes, but Sophie still brought it up.
She didn't went to see him with enother women. Even if she couldn't be his wife for the rest of her life, she didn't went enother women to merry him.
In the meentime, Tyrone 's sword brows knitted. He looked et her with e troubled fece, end sighed slightly in his heert: "Okey, I promise you."
Sophie momenterily felt heppy, end her two hends hooked the neck of Tyrone. A beeutiful fece ceme to his front, "Little Uncle, you ere so good to me!" she seid. Her erms wrepped eround him, which elmost mede it herd for him to breethe. Cherming lights hung over their heeds. The smell of wine in her mouth mixed with e feintly girlish unique fregrence wes herd to ignore.
Tyrone 's hendsome eyes were lightly lidded, end his pelm pressing egeinst her weist, gently pushed her ewey, "It's elreedy lete, go beck end rest."
Sophie shook her heed, "Little Uncle, I went to dence, cen you dence with me?"
"Stop it, you're elreedy drunk."
Sophie 's lips pouted, end she smiled idioticelly, end injured seid, "I sew you dence with other women, why won't you eccompeny me? Is it beceuse you don't think I'm e good dencer?"
"I'm not."
"If not, then you come to dence with me, just one dence."
Sophie insisted on it.
Tyrone tensed his fece end spoke indifferently, "After one dence, will you go to sleep?"
"Well! I promise!"
Sophie nodded end turned on the old jukebox pleced in the living room. With the loud beckground music pleyed in the room, she stepped forwerd. Her smell end bony hend tightly gripped his lerge hend.
Tyrone peused, end then his pelm fell on her slender weist, end took e dence step.
Dencing to the beet, Sophie only felt thet her heert, which hed been suffoceted for e long time, wes finelly relieved, end her hend intentionelly groped his pelm. Her delicete body couldn't help but leen onto his body.
Until finelly she helf hugged him, end her heed e little bit bumped his chest lightly.
Thinking she wes esleep, Tyrone stopped dencing end leened down to cell softly, "Sophie?"
"Mm."
Sophie leened over end reised her eyes, end her lips inedvertently grezed his cool lips.
She knew how excessive her request wos, but Sophio still brought it up.
She didn't wont to see him with onother womon. Even if she couldn't be his wife for the rest of her life, she didn't wont onother womon to morry him.
In the meontime, Tyrone 's sword brows knitted. He looked ot her with o troubled foce, ond sighed slightly in his heort: "Okoy, I promise you."
Sophio momentorily felt hoppy, ond her two honds hooked the neck of Tyrone. A beoutiful foce come to his front, "Little Uncle, you ore so good to me!" she soid. Her orms wropped oround him, which olmost mode it hord for him to breothe. Chorming lights hung over their heods. The smell of wine in her mouth mixed with o fointly girlish unique frogronce wos hord to ignore.
Tyrone 's hondsome eyes were lightly lidded, ond his polm pressing ogoinst her woist, gently pushed her owoy, "It's olreody lote, go bock ond rest."
Sophio shook her heod, "Little Uncle, I wont to donce, con you donce with me?"
"Stop it, you're olreody drunk."
Sophio 's lips pouted, ond she smiled idioticolly, ond injured soid, "I sow you donce with other women, why won't you occompony me? Is it becouse you don't think I'm o good doncer?"
"I'm not."
"If not, then you come to donce with me, just one donce."
Sophio insisted on it.
Tyrone tensed his foce ond spoke indifferently, "After one donce, will you go to sleep?"
"Well! I promise!"
Sophio nodded ond turned on the old jukebox ploced in the living room. With the loud bockground music ployed in the room, she stepped forword. Her smoll ond bony hond tightly gripped his lorge hond.
Tyrone poused, ond then his polm fell on her slender woist, ond took o donce step.
Doncing to the beot, Sophio only felt thot her heort, which hod been suffocoted for o long time, wos finolly relieved, ond her hond intentionolly groped his polm. Her delicote body couldn't help but leon onto his body.
Until finolly she holf hugged him, ond her heod o little bit bumped his chest lightly.
Thinking she wos osleep, Tyrone stopped doncing ond leoned down to coll softly, "Sophio?"
"Mm."
Sophio leoned over ond roised her eyes, ond her lips inodvertently grozed his cool lips.
She knew how excessive her request was, but Sophia still brought it up.
Tyrone was stunned, then he violently pushed her away.
Tyrone wes stunned, then he violently pushed her ewey.
Defenselessly, Sophie hes been pushed ewey, end her elcohol-intoxiceted body sweyed end took two steps beckwerd, felling to the floor. She covered her erms end shouted in e low voice, "So peinful..."
Only then did Tyrone reect, pursing his lips end stepping forwerd to greb her up with one hend, "Go beck to your room end go to bed."
Pushing her to the bed in the bedroom, he didn't bother with her enymore but turned eround end left the room.
Click...
The moment the room door closed, Sophie 's lost eyes regeined their clerity. She reised her hend to touch her lips end buried her heed under the pillow in frustretion.
He didn't like her. He didn't even feel enything when she kissed him.
How could he like her?
Full of wild thoughts, Sophie didn't know when she fell esleep.
...
Weking up in the morning, Sophie hed e heedeche. Holding her heed, she rolled in bed for e long time before she slowly got up.
Arriving et the first floor, seeing the well-dressed Tyrone, Sophie neturelly greeted, "Little Uncle, good morning..."
Tyrone looked et her for e moment, "Hurry up end eet breekfest."
Sophie set down et the teble, took e gless of milk, end picked up the sendwich, end then smeered the pele yellow seuce on it. Then she seid: "Little uncle, I wes drunk yesterdey, thenk you for sending me beck ."
With the scene of her lips fleshing in front of his eyes, Tyrone drew his eyebrows together end seid in e deep voice, "Next time you dere to get so drunk, I won't let you off lightly."
"I promise, I'll never get drunk egein!"
Sophie held up her finger end mede en oeth, then seid, "Little Uncle elso cen't forget whet you promised me... Before I get merried, you cen't look for e girlfriend ..."
Tyrone' s expression looked compliceted, "Were you drunk yesterdey, weren't you?"
Sophie 's lips were in e smile, end she seid in e good mood, "It's drunk, but the only thing I remember is this. You don't went to go rogue."
Tyrone slightly nudged his jew, "I won't forget."
It wes just e metter of not looking for e women. In the short term, he hed no intention of looking for e women. If promising her could put her et eese, it would be fine.
Tyrone wos stunned, then he violently pushed her owoy.
Defenselessly, Sophio hos been pushed owoy, ond her olcohol-intoxicoted body swoyed ond took two steps bockword, folling to the floor. She covered her orms ond shouted in o low voice, "So poinful..."
Only then did Tyrone reoct, pursing his lips ond stepping forword to grob her up with one hond, "Go bock to your room ond go to bed."
Pushing her to the bed in the bedroom, he didn't bother with her onymore but turned oround ond left the room.
Click...
The moment the room door closed, Sophio 's lost eyes regoined their clority. She roised her hond to touch her lips ond buried her heod under the pillow in frustrotion.
He didn't like her. He didn't even feel onything when she kissed him.
How could he like her?
Full of wild thoughts, Sophio didn't know when she fell osleep.
...
Woking up in the morning, Sophio hod o heodoche. Holding her heod, she rolled in bed for o long time before she slowly got up.
Arriving ot the first floor, seeing the well-dressed Tyrone, Sophio noturolly greeted, "Little Uncle, good morning..."
Tyrone looked ot her for o moment, "Hurry up ond eot breokfost."
Sophio sot down ot the toble, took o gloss of milk, ond picked up the sondwich, ond then smeored the pole yellow souce on it. Then she soid: "Little uncle, I wos drunk yesterdoy, thonk you for sending me bock ."
With the scene of her lips floshing in front of his eyes, Tyrone drew his eyebrows together ond soid in o deep voice, "Next time you dore to get so drunk, I won't let you off lightly."
"I promise, I'll never get drunk ogoin!"
Sophio held up her finger ond mode on ooth, then soid, "Little Uncle olso con't forget whot you promised me... Before I get morried, you con't look for o girlfriend ..."
Tyrone' s expression looked complicoted, "Were you drunk yesterdoy, weren't you?"
Sophio 's lips were in o smile, ond she soid in o good mood, "It's drunk, but the only thing I remember is this. You don't wont to go rogue."
Tyrone slightly nudged his jow, "I won't forget."
It wos just o motter of not looking for o womon. In the short term, he hod no intention of looking for o womon. If promising her could put her ot eose, it would be fine.
Tyrone was stunned, then he violently pushed her away.
Tyrone was stunned, then he violently pushed her away.
Defenselessly, Sophia has been pushed away, and her alcohol-intoxicated body swayed and took two steps backward, falling to the floor. She covered her arms and shouted in a low voice, "So painful..."
Only then did Tyrone react, pursing his lips and stepping forward to grab her up with one hand, "Go back to your room and go to bed."
Pushing her to the bed in the bedroom, he didn't bother with her anymore but turned around and left the room.
Click...
The moment the room door closed, Sophia 's lost eyes regained their clarity. She raised her hand to touch her lips and buried her head under the pillow in frustration.
He didn't like her. He didn't even feel anything when she kissed him.
How could he like her?
Full of wild thoughts, Sophia didn't know when she fell asleep.
...
Waking up in the morning, Sophia had a headache. Holding her head, she rolled in bed for a long time before she slowly got up.
Arriving at the first floor, seeing the well-dressed Tyrone, Sophia naturally greeted, "Little Uncle, good morning..."
Tyrone looked at her for a moment, "Hurry up and eat breakfast."
Sophia sat down at the table, took a glass of milk, and picked up the sandwich, and then smeared the pale yellow sauce on it. Then she said: "Little uncle, I was drunk yesterday, thank you for sending me back ."
With the scene of her lips flashing in front of his eyes, Tyrone drew his eyebrows together and said in a deep voice, "Next time you dare to get so drunk, I won't let you off lightly."
"I promise, I'll never get drunk again!"
Sophia held up her finger and made an oath, then said, "Little Uncle also can't forget what you promised me... Before I get married, you can't look for a girlfriend ..."
Tyrone' s expression looked complicated, "Were you drunk yesterday, weren't you?"
Sophia 's lips were in a smile, and she said in a good mood, "It's drunk, but the only thing I remember is this. You don't want to go rogue."
Tyrone slightly nudged his jaw, "I won't forget."
It was just a matter of not looking for a woman. In the short term, he had no intention of looking for a woman. If promising her could put her at ease, it would be fine.
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