The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 47 The Kiss

Vera used one hand to hold onto Patrick's waist, guiding him to lie down on the bed. "I'll lie on the sofa for a while."

Vera struggled, "The sofa is too small for you. If you fall off in the middle of the night, I won't be able to help you get back on. Just lie quietly on the bed! Turn over! You're pressing on my hand."

Vera held onto Patrick's waist to better support him while walking, so when she tried to place him on the bed, she ended up falling onto it herself due to his weight. His back pressed against Vera's hand.

Vera lay beside him, but her left arm was underneath Patrick's body.

Vera took a deep breath. "Patrick, turn over! You're pressing on my arm! Can you hear me?"

Although drunk, Patrick still had some awareness.

He felt his back pressing against something, so he turned to his right side.

But Vera was lying on his right side.

Vera suddenly felt a 'mountain' pressing down on her body without any warning.

At the same time, Vera's arm was free.

But...

"Patrick, you're taking advantage of me! You're really heavy! Get off!" Vera pushed Patrick, who was on top of her, but couldn't seem to push him away. discovered that sleeping on his stomach seemed more comfortable than lying down.

The only drawback was the woman underneath him who kept talking like a chattering sparrow made him annoyed.

"Shut up."

"I won't shut up. Patrick, you're crushing me. If you crush me to death, you'll go to jail! Let m..."

Vera didn't finish her sentence because she was in a state of shock.

Her wet and warm lips reminded the "sparrow", who was frozen in place, that she had been kissed.

The strong taste of alcohol caused Vera's heart to beat irregularly. It felt like her heart might jump out of her chest.

Vera forgot to push Patrick off of her. Patrick held onto her waist even tighter. Vera felt like her waist was about to break.

"Let go of me."

After being kissed, Vera's first reaction was to be concerned about her waist. She used both hands to pry Patrick's hands off of her.

Her lips were red from being sucked on by him. It was like a bucket of cold water that sobered Patrick up a bit.

Vera struggled underneath him. His arms loosened from her waist.

Vera's waist felt relieved. She held onto Patrick's chest with both hands. 'I think I might be the first woman to die because my husband crushed me.' Patrick didn't say anything.

He locked eyes with Vera.

Patrick's eyes were no longer complex like before. At this moment, his eyes were clear. He seemed sober.

Thinking of the kiss just now, Vera's face instantly turned red. "You! You did it on purpose!"

Patrick swallowed. His hands imprisoned Vera's waist, so he flipped over with her. This time, Vera ended up lying on top of him.

Finally, Patrick wasn't on top of Vera anymore, so she could easily free herself.

Vera propped herself up on Patrick's chest with her hands and got up effortlessly. "What?"

Vera couldn't believe how easily she had escaped from Patrick.

Turning around, Vera noticed that Patrick had released his hands from her waist.

Seeing Patrick lying on the bed, Vera realized that he had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep. Vera patted her chest lightly and thought, 'Thank goodness, he's drunk.'

After tossing Patrick onto the bed, Vera ran out.

As soon as she heard the sound of the door closing, Patrick on the bed instantly opened his eyes.

This time, his eyes were very clear.

Sitting up from the bed, Patrick stretched his neck and looked ahead seriously.

Patrick was surprised that he had kissed Vera. At that moment, he only felt like he was holding a soft pillow in his arms and that it was comfortable. Patrick didn't know why he suddenly kissed Vera.