Chapter 319 How Is Your Skill Still So Poor？
Zachary almost dropped Winona in surprise. When he finally got a grip and pulled her back into his arms, her face was right below his abdomen.
His body went rigid, and his voice came out rough. "Winona, do you even know what you're saying?"
He figured she was just drunk and out of it.
Ever since they got married, he was the one who always took care of her when she drank too much. He knew better than anyone how bad her drinking habits were.
He didn't plan on arguing, but the woman in his arms, too drunk to sit up straight, nodded firmly and said, "Yes."
She squirmed a bit, probably uncomfortable, and then raised her hand to press down.
Zachary grabbed her hand, gritting his teeth. "Weren't you trying to keep your distance from me? Why the sudden change of heart?"
Winona, still drunk, corrected him. "It's not about being with you. I'm just repaying a debt by helping you with your illness."
Zachary was so exasperated he laughed. "People usually repay debts with marriage or relationship, but you offer to sleep with me. Winona, your discount is harsher than a clearance sale."
Winona frowned and, after a moment, shook her head solemnly. "You're not fit to be a husband."
Her words were like a soft, thin needle piercing his heart—not a sharp pain, but a dull, aching sensation.
Zachary lowered his head, cupping the back of her head with one hand, pressing his forehead against hers, their eyes meeting.
His hoarse voice sounded particularly deep in the quiet living room. "How do you know I'm not fit if you don't give it a try? Winona, I know I wasn't great before, but I'll change."
As he spoke, Winona kept her head down, and Zachary's thumb gently stroked her face repeatedly. "Winona..."
Winona yawned. "Forget it, I'm going to sleep."
She pushed Zachary away and jumped off the barstool. When her feet hit the ground, her legs gave out, and she almost fell.
Zachary's hand had been hovering near her waist, and as soon as she wobbled, he pulled her into his arms.
He pressed her against the bar counter and kissed her.
He seemed to be in a bit of a temper, kissing her urgently, his tongue brushing against her lips and tongue, kissing her recklessly.
When the kiss ended, both of them were breathless.
Winona, already drunk, could barely stand and had to lean against him, pressed into his arms.
Zachary lowered his head, his gaze fixed on Winona's lips, now red and swollen from being kissed. He took out his phone and tapped on the screen. "Winona, say what you just said again."
"Say what?" Winona frowned impatiently.
'This man was so annoying. Indecisive and nagging,' she thought.
Zachary coaxed, "Say you want to be with me."
"Let me say it again. It's not about being with you. I'm just helping you with your illness, and then we'll be even, no debts owed," seeing Zachary's sullen face, Winona emphasized, "You helped me before out of your own will. I didn't ask you for anything. Now I'm repaying you, which shows I'm a kind little angel. You can't take advantage of me."
If she weren't drunk, Winona wouldn't have been so bold and self-assured.
"Okay," Zachary put away his phone. "Should we go to the master bedroom, or to the guest room where you stay?"
He bent down and picked Winona up horizontally. "Or maybe on the sofa?"
Winona's mind was a bit foggy. She leaned against Zachary's chest, her eyes half-closed, her fingers wrinkling his crisp shirt. "The sofa."
It was closer; otherwise, the courage built up by the alcohol would dissipate.
"Alright." Zachary responded.
He placed Winona on the sofa, his heavy body pressing down on her, his arm muscles tense as he supported himself beside her, his breath chaotic and heavy on her face. "Scared?"
"No." The word sounded a bit forced.
Zachary's eyes seemed to be ablaze with flames. Upon hearing her words, a low chuckle escaped from his throat. "Then why do you look like you're facing execution?"
Winona was silent for a moment, her gaze falling to his lower body.
Zachary was pressing down on her, so she couldn't see much, but the mere action made the meaning clear. "At a time like this, you still have the mind to chat? Zachary, is your condition getting worse?"
Men couldn't stand being provoked in this area, especially those who already had issues.
Winona now deeply understood the meaning of that statement.
As soon as she finished speaking, Zachary had already pulled half of her clothes off.
His kisses came down, urgent and fierce.
Winona instinctively clenched her hands, her nails leaving white marks on the leather sofa, her breath filled with his scent.
The only light in the living room came from the wine cabinet, a dim ambient light. As it was obscured by the sofa's backrest, the man above her seem shrouded in darkness.
She couldn't see his face, only feel his intense, frequent kisses.
Those deeply buried, almost forgotten memories suddenly surged back, and she instinctively curled up, her voice tinged with a bit of a sob. "Hurt."
At that moment, even the darkness couldn't hide the pallor on Winona's face.
It was a kind of extreme physical discomfort, a bloodless pallor.
Zachary stopped, all his impulses and passion ebbing away like a tide when she uttered that word. He rolled off her, frowning, looking more worried than she did. "Where does it hurt?"
Winona gritted her teeth, the alcohol making her dizzy. "It's been three years, how is your skill still so poor?"
She wasn't trying to insult him, just stating the truth.
Thinking about how she was already twenty-five, in an era where even elementary school kids were dating, and this was only her second time experiencing this, both times so disastrous.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and the more she wanted to cry. Coupled with the alcohol, her emotions became more sensitive than usual, and her eyes quickly turned red.
Zachary remained silent.
Winona snapped at him, "Hurry up."
Zachary knelt on one knee, his forehead against hers, coaxing her like a child, his voice helpless and somewhat compromising. "Winona, I haven't even started."
Because of their unpleasant first experience, even though Winona acted like a seasoned, flirtatious woman, Zachary knew she was actually a bit averse to this.
So even though she was drunk, he didn't dare to push her too hard, instead guiding her emotions step by step, gradually letting her get used to his closeness.
But before he could really do anything, she started saying it hurt.
Winona felt very confused.
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