The Queen's Back

Bud felt someone rubbing against his back with a sligh back, "Don't move, or I'll throw you down."

itch. He immediately felt uncomfortable and shouted at Ava on his

"If you dare, I'll blow your head off," Ava muttered. Her hand tightly wrapped around Bud's neck, fearing Bud would throw her down.

Ava thought, 'How bold he is to throw me down."

That was the first time Bud had been threatened. He could not help but feel it was a little strange.

After saying that, Ava disappeared from Bud's back. She slowly loosened her grip on Bud's neck.

Bud felt she was about to fall. He lifted Ava back and carried her back to her room. He put Ava on the bed in the dark.

The moment he put Ava down, Ava immediately opened her beautiful, confused eyes. She still tightly held Bud's neck. When she saw the face she had been thinking about day and night, she muttered, "How good. I dreamed of you today." Without giving Bud a chance to react, she grabbed Bud's neck and pulled him onto her. She raised her head and pressed her lips against Bud's.

The moment he was kissed, Bud widened his eyes in shock. He looked at Ava in confusion. Just as Bud was about to push her away, Ava bit his lower lip and said, "Why are you so cold to me? I'm punishing you."

After biting him, Ava let go of Bud's neck and circled her bed. She hugged the blanket and fell asleep.

Bud was left standing alone by her bed. No one knew what he was thinking. After a long time, he raised his hand and touched the spot where Ava had bitten him. He had a strange feeling. Then, he looked at Ava on the bed. When he wanted to wake her up, Bud couldn't no matter how hard he tried. He raised his palm and looked at Ava on the bed before putting it down unwillingly..

He thought, 'She's already so drunk that she probably won't remember what happened today. I'll pretend the kiss has never happened. Otherwise, it will be too awkward for us to be like this.

After figuring it out, Bud quickly escaped from the room. When he arrived at the living room, he realized he had not covered Ava with a blanket. Moreover, it was almost winter.

'If she slept without a blanket for the night, she would fall sick tomorrow morning. As he thought about it, Bud had turned around and walked back.

Bud opened the door to Ava's room and looked at her on the bed. She was sleeping freely and had a blanket between her legs. However, she looked cute.

After watching for a while, Bud covered Ava with a blanket before quietly leaving the room.

The moment he left Ava's place, Bud felt his heart racing. Moreover, he seemed involuntarily thinking of the kiss and Ava's red lips. He must be afraid of being badgered by Ava.

*****

In the early morning, the winter sun was cold. As it shone on the bed, the hungover Mona slowly opened her eyes and saw Maxwell looking at her with his eyes wide open. Mona smiled at him. Then, she saw a few teeth marks on Maxwell's face, wondering what had happened. 'Did I bite him?'

She couldn't help but touch Maxwell's cheek and ask, "Did I bite you?"

"What do you think?" Maxwell asked coldly.

The drunk Mona's temper was different from the usual Mona's. The drunk Mona was as stubborn as a donkey.

The night before, Maxwell and Nigel had listened to her terrible singing along the way. Finally, Maxwell had got Mona home and thought he was safe.

However, things were different from what he had imagined. Mona hugged his waist tightly as soon as they returned to the room. As she cried, Mona said she did not want him to die. Mona said that it was painful to fall from the top floor. Then, as if possessed, she looked at Maxwell and shouted, "Maxwell, it's good that you're still alive."

After saying that, she bit her hand and said it didn't hurt. Then, she looked at Maxwell and impatiently bit his face a few times. As she bit Maxwell, she asked him if he felt anything or if it hurt.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

After Maxwell said it hurt, Mona nodded and then bit his neck. It didn't hurt very much. It itched a little. The air seemed to be heating up. He almost couldn't control himself. At the critical moment, Mona got tired of playing and fell asleep. He looked at Mona who was sleeping soundly and could only go to the bathroom silently. Maxwell thought, "The drunk Mona is too scary!'

Looking at Maxwell's expression and hearing his voice, Mona knew she had left the bite marks on his face. She felt a little guilty and said, "I'm sorry. Does it still hurt?"

She still had a headache, and her memory of the previous night was blurry. She only remembered drinking with Ava. Later, Bud took Ava away. Then, Mona remembered she seemed to be carried by Maxwell.

Maxwell could not stand Mona's cautious tone. He said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, but Mona, don't drink when I'm not by your side."

"What's wrong? Did I do something else yesterday?" Mona asked, having a bad feeling in her heart.

"Nothing much. It's just that you wanted to sing on the street to express your love for me," Maxwell said lightly. He felt a little happy when he thought of what Mona had done the day before,

"What? That was so embarrassing. It's not like you don't know I'm a terrible singer. And I even sang on the street. It's too scary to be drunk," Mona said shyly. After Maxwell said that, some images appeared in her mind. She sang loudly. While recalling it, Mona couldn't be more embarrassed, thinking it couldn't be more embarrassing.

Maxwell looked at the blushing Mona and rubbed her soft hair with his big hand. "It was not embarrassing. Not many people heard it. I carried you away. Only Nigel and I heard it all the way."

After listening to Maxwell, Mona covered her head with the blanket. "This time, I've lost my face and all my pride. Gosh, I've been singing all the way. So energetic!'

Maxwell knew from the night before that Mona would regret it when she sobered up. It turned out he had guessed it right. He pulled Mona out of the blanket and said, "It was not embarrassing. I think you have a good voice. Nigel won't spout nonsense." "Is that so?" Mona asked unconfidently.

'My entire family says I always sing out of tune. Even Grandma believes I don't have the talent to sing. 'Mona wondered, 'But Maxwell told me my singing was not bad. Can I trust him?'