Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Neto tries to be nice.

He restrained himself from being too eager.

It’s all yours anyway and you can’t get away with it.

He kisses Lucila little by little, guiding her slowly.

The temperature in the room was rising steadily and she could clearly hear the two men’s breathing getting heavier and heavier as they rose and fell.

In an instinctive reaction of shyness, she curled up slightly, trying to cower, and Neto, sensing her intention, clasped his hand in hers.

Lucila tilted her head and bit her lip with a soft grunt.

The sound was a bit hard to bear.

Neto is not much better.

She called out with a loud gasp: “Lucila”.

Lucila opened her eyes in a daze, and in her vision, Neto’s face was not entirely clear, but his eyes, so bright they seemed to burn her, she could see them clearly.

Both were sweating profusely, and the hair on Neto’s forehead was so soaked with sweat that it rested loosely on his forehead, giving him a wilder look.

Lucila suddenly saw that stoic look on his face and a strange sense of satisfaction rose in her heart.

She curved her lips into a smile, and then, of her own volition, kissed him on the lips …

The next moment she heard Neto’s muffled grunt, and the arms holding her suddenly tightened.

“You asked for it!”

It was a very long night.

Lucila was stunned when Neto cajoled her: “Baby, call your brother and beg, and I’ll let you go”.

Lucila came a little bit back to reality, let alone calling her brother, leave daddy!

As a result, after she pleaded with Neto, he went even further.

Lucila then realised that Neto was not going to let her go tonight.

Throughout the night, by the time it was completely over, he had fainted.

…

The two slept until noon the next day.

The first to wake up was Neto.

He opened his eyes and before him was the woman’s dark hair.

He lingered for a moment before his gaze cleared.

Memories of the night before came back to haunt me.

He and Lucila are lying face to face on the bed, Lucila sleeping on his hand, her small body snuggled in his arms, her face covered by his long hair, still sleeping soundly.

Neto gently withdrew the hand that had encircled her waist, pushed her hair away from her face and pressed the edge of the quilt down, exposing her heat-reddened face.

Her delicate forehead is slightly wrinkled, her lips are obviously a little red and swollen, and she looks like a sleeping child, so well-behaved it’s pitiful.

Neto couldn’t resist lowering his head and kissing her on the lips, but he didn’t dare kiss her deeply for fear of waking her up.

He couldn’t resist kissing her face again before getting out of bed and going into the bathroom.

Standing at the sink, he saw the blood-red scratches on her body and smiled, then thought of something else and sped up, changed his clothes and prepared to leave.

As a result, the door opened to reveal the waiter pushing the dining station in the doorway, looking like he was about to knock.

Neto raised an eyebrow as the waiter hurried to say: “It was the owner who asked me to bring the food.

Neto frowned: “Severo?”

Last night, Xabat saw him help Lucila out and didn’t come back down afterwards. The two stayed in the room all night and didn’t come out until noon, and a casual guess from a keen eye would tell him what was going on.

He was fine with it, Lucila went to ….

Neto thought about this and gestured to the waiter: “Go away, I’ll take you there myself”.

That said, and regardless of the waiter’s reaction, he pushed the food trolley into the room.

Lucila was still not awake, and thought that the food would not be cold when she returned from her trip.

He went to a nearby pharmacy.

The doctor, a middle-aged woman, asked him with a stern face: “What can I do for you, sir?

Neto’s face was a little uncomfortable as he stammered: “Only, only the kind of medicine that … applies to wounds …”.

“Where is the wound?” The doctor looked at him and asked as he turned to get the medicine.

Neto wrinkles his brow, apparently having some difficulty speaking.

The doctor turned her head and her tone intensified: “I asked you where the wound was!All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Neto scratched his head and ventured, “It’s my wife …”.

The doctor froze for a moment and then said with a look of understanding, “Oh”.

When he took the medicine to Neto, he looked at him with the air of an old man and said in a serious tone: “I see you are not young, control yourself a little, a little delicacy is also more …”.

“Thank you, doctor. For the first time in his thirty years of life, Neto’s face turned red, he snatched the medicine, dropped the money without even asking for change and ran away as if it were nothing.

…

When he returned to his room, he found the bed empty and his whole body instantly confused.

He rushed to the bathroom door and shouted: “Lucila!

The bathroom is empty.

He turns to run out the door when suddenly he hears the sound of the curtains being drawn.

As she turned around, she saw Lucila coming in from the balcony in her bathrobe, her long hair still dripping with water, obviously freshly risen and showered.

He glanced at Neto and looked away.

“Have you grown a brain to be an ornament?” He didn’t know how to look it up again and was about to run away, stupid as a fool.

Neto was not offended and wore a relieved expression.

He put the medicine in his pocket and approached her, pulling her closer to the table, “You’re hungry, aren’t you? The waiter has brought some food, see if there is anything you want to eat”.

As he spoke, he took the food out of the trolley and placed it on the table.

There is both Chinese and Western food in many styles.

Would you like to thank Severo for his consideration?

Lucila didn’t bother with him and nonchalantly picked up a sandwich and began to eat it.

I was also a bit hungry after last night’s exertion.

I just woke up and saw no sign of Neto and thought he had run away again.

He counts on having some conscience.

After eating her fill, Lucila realised that Neto had made no move to eat.

She asked, “Have you eaten?”

Neto shook his head and held out the medicine he was carrying in his pocket, saying with a twist: “This medicine … rubs you …”.

“What …”

The unspoken word “medicine” stuck in her throat and Lucila choked, her face reddened for a moment, she grunted coldly and got up to leave, but she was in slight pain and turned her head to take the medicine again.

Seeing her enter the bathroom, Neto leaned back in his chair; he had just assumed that she wouldn’t want that medicine.

Actually, he wanted to wipe it off, but when he thought about it, he knew she wouldn’t want to.

Lucila’s brush with medicine suddenly came to mind, and it really did …!

Fucking hell!