Chapter 301 Playing Rogue with Mitchell
This time was different from the kiss at the resort last time. Willow was also drunk at the resort. She hugged Mitchell's head and kissed him quickly, then left quickly.
This time, she was obviously kissing Mitchell messily, and in the pushing and shoving, the buttons of their shirts were all undone, and both of them seemed to be holding a fireball as if they were about to ignite together.
All of Mitchell's self-control collapsed at that moment. He embraced Willow and took the lead. The passionate kiss fell, gentle yet domineering, leaving Willow somewhat breathless and her head empty.
Mitchell's hand gently supported her chest.
A soft moan escaped from the corner of her mouth. It was this soft moan that brought Mitchell's sanity back. He held Willow tightly, their two wildly beating hearts pressed together, unable to calm down for a long time.
After a while, Mitchell calmed down. He didn't want to wait any longer, nor did he want to let go. Regardless of whether Willow would accept him or whether she had forgotten the person in her heart, he had to say it.
He looked serious and earnest, hoarsely saying to the person in his arms, "Willow, I like you."
After saying it, he anxiously awaited Willow's reaction, his palms slightly trembling with nervousness, his two hands tightly clasped together to control it, and his heartbeat unconsciously speeding up.
Mitchell waited for a long time, but the person in his arms still had no response. He gently released his arms, only to find that she had fallen asleep. Mitchell looked helplessly at the person in his arms. He didn't expect that his first confession would end up like this. This girl was like this every time, irresponsible after kissing, not knowing if she heard it and whether she would remember what happened tonight when she woke up in the morning.
What can he do? The person he has been guarding since childhood can only be spoiled.
Mitchell sighed heavily and lowered his head, and when he saw Willow's special outfit, his eyes couldn't help but ignite again. The fire that had just subsided in his body suddenly surged out. He picked up the towel on the carpet to wrap her up, then carried her to bed and tucked her in tightly...
Looking down at his own disheveled clothes, he couldn't help but think, it turns out the girl likes abs. She seemed to have a nosebleed on the beach during the day. It seemed like his hard work in exercising wasn't in vain. Should he have shown them to her at breakfast if he had known?
Then he couldn't help but laugh at himself, never expecting that he would stoop to using these tricks one day.
After settling Willow, Mitchell didn't stay any longer. He needed to go back immediately to take another cold shower to suppress the fire inside his body.
Early the next morning, Willow was awakened by a rapid phone ring. She reached out and felt around but couldn't find her phone. Initially, she thought of ignoring it, but the ringing continued incessantly. Willow groggily got up to find her phone, finally finding it on the table.
"Hello." Half-awake, she answered the phone and crawled back into bed, not paying attention to who was calling.
"Willow, how was it? Did it work last night? Was my battle armor effective?" Daniel's excited voice came from the phone, instantly waking Willow up. She sat up, only to realize she was still wearing the clothes she had mustered the courage to change into yesterday. Memories flooded back into her mind in bits and pieces.
Last night, because she was too nervous, she kept drinking to bolster her courage while waiting for Mitchell's response on Facebook. Then she might have drunk too much, vaguely seeing Mitchell enter the room, seemingly not wearing clothes. She seemed to touch everywhere with her hands uncontrollably, then hugged Mitchell's head and seemed to kiss him forcefully.
"Oh my god, what should I do! It's over." Willow knelt on the bed, wailing. She lowered her head and saw that the buttons of her uniform shirt were undone, her black bra directly exposed, "Ah." she exclaimed, quickly lying back on the bed. Her face flushed red, what's going on, how did all the buttons of her clothes come undone.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Did it happen or not? What's over?" The call was still ongoing. Daniel was getting anxious.
Willow held the phone with a resigned look on her face, unable to dwell on the matter of the buttons. In the end, unable to hold back, she said, with a tearful voice, "Daniel, I seem to have forcefully kissed Mitchell again."
"What do you mean by 'seem to'..." Daniel couldn't quite understand her meaning.
"I drank too much." Willow felt somewhat regretful, she had mustered the courage to change her clothes, then messaged Mitchell, prepared to implement her confession plan, but in the end, after telling Daniel about getting drunk, Daniel only said five words, "Sis, you're something."
"Then go on, saying you forcefully kissed my brother. What's that all about?" Daniel, on the other end of the phone, joked.
"I somewhat remember. I just pounced and kissed him." Willow touched her nose, feeling a bit guilty.
"I've noticed that every time you drink, your true self comes out directly. What happened later? You... oh my god, my brother didn't fall asleep on your bed, did he?" Daniel exclaimed. Could it be that Willow's earlier 'Ah' on the phone was because she found out my brother was there too?
Blushing, Willow said, "What are you thinking?! It was just me."
"My brother wasn't there? You in that outfit, pouncing, and nothing happened between you two?" Daniel's tone carried a hint of regret, then he listened to her continue, "My brother, he couldn't be... no way."
"I have no idea." Willow quickly interrupted Daniel's train of thought, "What should I do? How do I face Mitchell later?" She couldn't remember if she had any inappropriate actions, but this time, one thing she remembered very clearly was that Mitchell's lips were really soft.
Willow thought back to the feeling of pouncing on him yesterday. The more she thought about it, the more regretful she felt. She shouldn't have drunk, that wasn't bolstering courage, that was going overboard. Her face was red with embarrassment as if blood could drip out.
"It's nothing, just pretend to have amnesia. After all, it's not the first time you've 'played rogue' with my brother." Daniel felt it was no big deal.
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