Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Lucila is holding the bottle and pouring it into a glass when a bony hand suddenly reaches out and snatches the bottle from her hand.

Her heart pounded for a moment, but the next moment, when she heard the other woman’s voice again, she calmed down again.

“It’s not good for your health to drink so much”. Victorino’s voice was beautiful, and like his persona, he seemed to make people trust him and seem decent.

He and Neto are two completely different people.

Neto seems to be the playboy, the one who makes women happy, the one who is the best at making them happy and yet the one who breaks their hearts.

“Allyce is getting married today and I’m happy, so I thought I’d have a drink.”

She thought for a moment and added: “I’m not drunk right now.

To prove his words, he put the cup down and turned in his place.

But to her surprise, after only half a turn, she felt very dizzy.

The dizziness came on so suddenly that Lucila was completely unable to stabilise herself.

She thought Victorino would give her a hand because he already knew her very well.

However, Victorino did not help her.

Lucila chooses to forgive him, after all, he has a cleanliness problem.

But the expected pain did not come.

Someone held her.

Lucila shook her head dizzily.

Well, there are still good people out there.

Before he could see the person in front of him, he staggered to his feet and mumbled, “Thank you … thank you!”.

However, the person holding her did not let go.

She frowned in confusion, the figure in front of her looked more and more familiar, why did he look so much like that bastard Neto?

With that in mind, he said.

She pointed to the man still holding her in front of her and said: “Good man, why do you look so much like that bastard Neto?

I don’t know if it was just her, but she felt as if the man in front of her was angry.

“I didn’t scold you, why are you angry?”

He pushed the man in front of him again, why was this man still clinging to him!

“Take a good look at who I am!” The arm of the man holding her around the waist gradually tightened, with a layer of anger in his voice.

This sound is familiar …

Lucila shook her head and looked at the person in front of her with wide eyes.

After a few seconds, when he saw who the man in front of him was, his eyes widened and he punched him directly in the face.

“Whoever you are, in the guise of Neto, you owe it to yourself!”

She was already half-drunk and had little strength, and her fists were so soft that they didn’t hurt at all when they hit her.

However, the commotion he caused was not small and many of the guests looked over.

Neto picked her up on the other side of the room just in time to meet Xabat who was passing by and spoke to her: “I’ll take her to her room so she can rest and come down later.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Xabat raised an eyebrow and nodded with a “I know you” look.

Neto glared at him: “Disgusting!

Xabat snorted: “If you show up at the ballroom again tonight, I’m not counting on you!

Neto ignored Xabat, who seemed to think he was being brusque.

But, after looking at Lucila, who was still cooing something in her arms, she got a lump in her throat.

However, it appears to be much lighter.

Perhaps because she has always been so lively and optimistic, Lucila still has the air of a student even though she has been working for more than three years.

It has a very energetic air about it.

But with the lightness and maturity expected of a twenty-six year old woman.

It is an oxymoron.

Neto felt that she was like a dyed cloth that had been soaked inside and out in a tub, with no cleanliness to be found.

It is this stark contrast that makes them attracted to each other.

Lucila moved in his arms, very restless.

Neto had to free one hand to press the lift and had to lower it so that he could lean on it.

Lucila wears high heels and stands in front of him, leaning close to him, close enough to rest her head on his shoulder, her warm, alcohol-scented breath hitting Neto’s neck.

Neto’s face tightened and, without saying a word, he helped Lucila into the lift.

Once inside the lift, Lucila leaned into his arms as gently as if she had no bones.

Neto felt unusually tormented after a brief moment of enjoyment.

After managing to get into the room, he helped Lucila and tried to get her to lie down, only for Lucila to uncooperatively grab him and not let go.

It wasn’t as if I could open it and throw it straight onto the bed.

She had been drinking and, although the bed was soft, being thrown back into it would surely make it harder.

All he could do was whisper in her ear: “Lucila, go to sleep, OK?

“Hmm?” The familiar voice made Lucila look up at him in a trance.

She blinked, with a look of innocence and confusion, “Neto?”

Neto got a lump in his throat and, unable to resist any longer, he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her fiercely.

He kissed with a little fierceness, six months of farewell were minutes and minutes of torment for him.

Lucila, although already a little drunk and a little slow in her reactions, did react when she saw that it was someone kissing her.

Phew!

Who is so shameless?

She struggled.

Neto kissed her deeply and forcefully, wanting to swallow her.

He held Lucila’s hands, his eyes downcast, and pressed himself against her, breathing hard: “Move again and I’ll eat you!

A hint of helplessness interspersed with a tone of mock fierceness.

He really has little self-control.

But in all the time he had lived with Lucila, he had not touched her.

I’m afraid no one would believe it if I told them.

Even I found it unbelievable.

With these words, he calmed Lucila down.

After playing with Neto for so long, Lucila’s eyes finally cleared for a few moments.

He looked at Neto as if he had finally confirmed that he was Neto and said aggressively: “Come on, who doesn’t know how to be a smart ass?

He said it very bluntly, but slammed the wine compartment when he was done.

He felt a pang of shame.

The whole person wakes up instantly and for the most part.

What did he say?

He wrinkled his thick forehead, grunted, pretended he hadn’t said anything and pushed Neto: “Let go, I want to sleep!

And Neto would not leave her alone.

He hugged her tighter.

“Lucila, did you really think I wouldn’t touch you?”

“I’m sorry, I haven’t seen you in six months, I don’t even know who you are, so who are you to touch me? Hmm?”

Those who promised to return to Cloud Cit after the New Year rarely answer the phone, or even talk about returning, and even when they do, they hang up after a few perfunctory words.