Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love



Cillian patted Yitty's face. Her hot cheeks burned his fingers.

For a moment, he felt like a surge of electricity had run through him, but he continued patting her face.

He had to wake her up and give her a lecture. She could not be sleeping on the couch without anything covering her. She would catch a cold. Cillian took off his coat to cover her while thinking about this.

"Wake up, Yitty. Stop drinking."

"Drink... Stop drinking what?..."

Yitty finally opened her eyes. She seemed to see Cillian's face in her stupor.

"Cillian... What are you doing here?"

She reached out to pinch Cillian's chin. "You're here... Drink with me!"

Cillian lost his temper at this. "Do you still want to drink? Just look at how much you've had. Are you planning to drink until the sun rises if I don't come upstairs?!"

The more Cillian talked about it, the louder he got. By the time he snapped out of it, he realized he had lost his temper at Yitty for nothing.

He was about to apologize when Yitty suddenly shouted, "You're a jerk, Cillian! What are you talking about? Why are you shouting at me? Are you asking for a beating?!"

Yitty reached out to pinch and rub Cillian's face like she was kneading dough.

"You're such a jerk, Cillian. Never talk to me that way again or I'll ignore you forever..."

Cillian was relieved to hear that. He thought Yitty might say something more serious. He did not expect her to be so childish.

"Alright, alright. I won't ever talk to you this way again, alright?"

Yitty refused to listen to him. Drunks almost had no self-consciousness. They would only do whatever they wanted.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

She placed her hands around Cillian's neck but did not use any force. She looked pretty comical.

Cillina did not expect Yitty to act so rebelliously after getting drunk.

Her skirt was wrinkled up badly, and she had kicked her high heels off. She stepped on the cold marble in her bare feet, making Cillian frown at the sight.

"Sit on the couch right now and don't step on the floor with your bare feet. You'll catch a cold."

Cillian sounded worried, but Yitty refused to let go.

Neither one of them budge.

Cillian had no choice but to do something.

He grabbed Yitty around the waist and carried her in his arms. He placed her on the couch.

"I can't believe you can be so stubborn when you're drunk."

Cillian was about to leave when Yitty grabbed his clothes without realizing it.

He did not expect the situation to change so quickly. Before he knew it, he had fallen onto Yitty.

They could sense the heat from

each other's bodies, and Cillian's et face fred. Yitty had no idea

what she was doing as she hugged Cillian tight in her arms.

Their cheeks were touching, and the heat from it made Cillian's face turn red.

"Yitty..."

Cillian immediately struggled to get up, but somehow, Yitty's grip on him was quite strong.

"Stop moving. Let me have a snooze... This is a really great pillow... Huh? Why is the pillow moving?"

Cillian was exasperated. Yitty thought he was a pillow.

He said into Yitty's ear, "Let go right

now, Yitty! The couch is freezing et

You could catch a cold if you: sleep here!"

swno

Yitty was not stupid at all. Her hand reached into Cillian's shirt. Cillian shivered when her cold handel

touched his skin.

Her action scared him. "Take your hand out right now, Yitty!"

"Who's making all that noise? Shut up..."

Yitty was annoyed by the mumbling next to her ear. In her dazed stupor, she found Cillian's lips.

Cillian's eyes widened the moment their lips touched.