Village Girl is a Billionaire

Chapter 105 Unexpected Kiss

A rare shock in this life surfaced on his face, then he raised his right hand and pinched his nose.

Alcohol is the most harmful thing, and it really did not lie to him, he actually hallucinated and saw the

woman sent by the group as Swanstrom.

He is so crazy!

Sober up a bit!

Khalid closed his eyes hard, and as he was about to open them for another look, he only heard

Swanstrom's voice ring out in front of him, "How, how did you get in so fast?"

Even the voice is exactly the same as Swanstrom.

It seems he was really drunk.

Khalid reached out and slapped his head, looked away and said annoyed, "Whoever sent you, get out!"

His breathing was a little heavy.

As the woman's face joined with Swanstrom's, he found himself losing control of his body.

Khalid didn't think about the reason his body was out of control, he was just desperate to get the

woman out.

He has a slight physical cleanliness, but a very serious psychological cleanliness and would never

have sex with a woman he doesn't like.

This is the reason he has never touched a woman in his adult life.

He didn't want to make such a mistake that would make him sick.

"Do you hear me? Get out of here!" Khalid urged in annoyance.

This is the first time Swanstrom has seen Khalid's face look this bad.

Startled, she explained, "Khalid, don't get me wrong, I, I don't really want to be here on purpose, I just

want you to cooperate with me in a play."

Acting?

Khalid's forehead veins jumped twice.

This voice is so clear, not like a hallucination, and although he was a little drunk, but not really

hallucinating.

Does it mean that ...... she is really Swanstrom?

Khalid slowly turned his head and looked confirmingly into the woman's face - it was really Swanstrom!

He subconsciously reached out to pinch Swanstrom's cheek.

Soft and nice to the touch ......

"What are you doing?!" Swanstrom slapped Khalid's face away in pain.

The place where it was pinched first surfaced greenish white, then red.

Khalid finally determined that it was indeed Swanstrom.

The real deal, like the real Swanstrom!

After confirming that it was not his hallucination, Khalid's forehead veins throbbed twice again.

Swanstrom, seeing that Khalid's face was still hard, covered his pinched cheek and said, "If you don't

want to see me, is it okay if I go into the bathroom for the night? Or, wait another hour and I'll go out

again?"

Swanstrom said a lot of things, and Khalid finally gradually came back from his dazed state.

He scanned Swanstrom up and down, his throat sliding up and down twice involuntarily.

Swanstrom, sensing Khalid's gaze, looked warily at Khalid and asked, "What are you looking at? Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

You've had too much to drink!"

The usual Khalid is not even bothered to look at her, even if she is well-dressed for the shoot, Khalid

only complimented her on her clothes.

So Khalid must have had too much to drink.

People who drink too much, they can do anything.

Swanstrom, who had been unsuspecting of Khalid, now took two fearful steps back, only to have her

foot trip on the edge of the couch and fall backwards.

She subconsciously reached out to grab something and ended up grabbing Khalid's tie in her hand.

Khalid was caught off guard when Swanstrom pulled him down and threw himself at her.

"Boom..."

A muffled sound, two people one on top of the other, both fell on the sofa.

And by good coincidence, Khalid's thin lips were pressed against Swanstrom's bare forehead.

Swanstrom subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and for a while even forgot to react, and just

maintained the position of being sat underneath Khalid.

Khalid was in no better shape, the touch smooth and warm beneath his thin lips, the faint scent of

Swanstrom's body all over his nostrils.

This fragrance is different from perfume, like the scent of milk and the best smelling flowers, making

him a little uncomfortable to leave.

He just felt stiff and couldn't move at all.

But inside it is everywhere you want to move a little.

The urge to belong to a man spreads like mad.

His breathing gradually became heavy.

Finally it was Swanstrom who was so overwhelmed by Khalid that she came back to her senses,

reached up against Khalid's chest, and said with a red face, "Go away ......"

Khalid jolts out of his chaos at the sound of Swanstrom's voice and quickly gets off of Swanstrom.

He first straightened his clothes to hide the intense emotions in his eyes, then looked at Swanstrom

with disgust and said, "If you fell down, why drag me into this? If I fall out of something, what will you

pay for?"

Swanstrom was still feeling a little embarrassed and didn't even dare to look at Khalid with his eyes.

Hearing Khalid's words, she gave Khalid an irritated glare and said through gritted teeth, "Yes! I'm the

one who wronged you, Mr. Spencer!"

Hum, it's not like she did it on purpose, why so aggressive?

So grumpy and ferocious, no wonder no girls like, heh, single dog.

Khalid raised his jaw proudly and said lightly, "It's good that you know you're wrong, next time you fall

don't pull me down."

"You--" Swanstrom gasped and tried to curse, his eyes going wide, then turning around in annoyance.

Forget about it, out of sight, out of mind, she is generous not to get angry with him this kind of eccentric

character of the man.

Khalid saw the tail on Swanstrom's shirt with its back to him, and the emotions that he had managed to

suppress showed signs of resurgence.

"Damn it!" Khalid looked away and cursed lowly, asking chagrined, "What the hell are you doing on

your knees?"

"Looking for something ......" Swanstrom blushed and reached under the sofa, forget it, dropped

medicine regardless, no one should go get it.

Khalid took off his suit jacket and threw it at Swanstrom.

Swanstrom hastily reached out to catch it, and without pushing back, covered himself with Khalid's

jacket.

His jacket was so big that it covered the base of Swanstrom's legs, making her look like a child in

grown-up clothes.

Khalid fished out a cigarette from his trouser pocket and lit it. After taking a deep drag on the cigarette,

he felt himself calming down again.

He went to the window and pushed it open, letting the smoke drift out.

After taking a few puffs, he turned his back on Swanstrom and spoke, "Say, what's going on."

"Ahem ......" Swanstrom coughed and opened his mouth to tell the whole story, ending with, "I'd still like

to have my DNA tested."

She finished speaking, and Khalid finished his cigarette.

He turned back to Swanstrom, and there were emotions under his eyes that Swanstrom couldn't read.