Lilian felt dizzy from the kiss, that soft, weak feeling washing over her again. If she hadn't been sitting on the sofa, she was sure she would have slipped to the floor.
She was wearing an off-shoulder, somewhat ethnic-style top today, exposing a large patch of fair skin on her shoulders and her delicate, sexy collarbones. After kissing her lips, Morrisonrrison lowered his head and began to kiss her collarbones and shoulders. When desire overcame reason, at that Morrisonment, Morrisonrrison only wanted to make love to her.
But when those burning lips and tongue pressed against the skin of her shoulder, Lilian was instantly jolted back to reality.
She hurriedly pushed the man who was buried against her shoulder,
"Let go, let go!"
Every time he kissed her body, it felt like electric shocks ran through her, leaving her tingling and numb.
Morrisonrrison still retained a trace of reason, and since the occasion wasn't appropriate, he loosened her as she pushed him and got up from her.
When he lifted his head, his narrow black eyes didn't hide the intense lust. Before Lilian could say anything, he preemptively defended himself,
"Let me make it clear—this time I'm not wrong. Who told you to dress like this and tempt me?"
His gaze landed on the clothes she was wearing.
Originally, he only wanted to kiss her and hadn't thought too much about it, but as he got closer, all he could see was her fair, soft skin and delicate shoulders—what man could resist such temptation?
Lilian was inexplicably kissed again, a deep and lingering kiss. She was already upset when he said those words, making her furious—so it was her fault?
He kept making excuses in his mind, blaming her clothes?
Besides, she wasn't wearing that outfit for him. That style was trendy this year; which girl didn't have one or two like it?
Angry, she wiped her Morrisonuth and scolded him,
"You're shameless."
Then she got up to leave, but Morrisonrrison grabbed her again,
"Wait."
Morrisonrrison also stood up with the Morrisonmentum, reaching out to grab the collar of her top and tugged it up, forcibly turning her off-shoulder top into a crew neck.
"Pull the collar up, or do you want all those boys in your class to get a full show?"
Lilian looked down and saw how awful it looked.
The top was originally designed to be off-shoulder, but after being yanked up, the neckline was all wrinkled and bunched up, looking like she was wearing a ragged piece of clothing.
Without hesitation, she angrily reached up and pulled it back down.
"What are you doing? This top is meant to be worn like this!"
What did he mean by 'letting the boys in her class get a full show'? Were all those off-shoulder tops on the streets worn just to be ogled by passersby?
Besides, what's wrong with a few glances? Clothes are worn to be seen, aren't they?
Morrisonrrison didn't hold back and yanked the collar up again.
"Either you wear it like this with the collar pulled up, or you go home and change."
His tone was commanding—he simply couldn't tolerate her exposing half her shoulder going to party and sing with her classmates like that.
Men would get goosebumps just looking at her like that!
Lilian was so angry she alMorrisonst stomped her foot. Go home and change clothes? By the time she went back and forth, the party would probably be over.
Why did he have to be so annoying, controlling what she wore and what she did? Was he bored or what?
Dating someone and still having to be controlled about what to wear?
She just glared at him with big angry eyes, but Morrisonrrison showed no sign of backing down.
After a Morrisonment, Lilian nodded, though her tone was clearly reluctant.
"Fine, I'll pull it up."
Lilian thought to herself, she might as well agree for now — after leaving this room, she could just pull it down again, and he wouldn't see.
She raised her chin defiantly and looked at him challengingly.
"Can I go now?"
Morrisonrrison crossed his arms and smiled, asking,
"Are you thinking of pulling it down again as soon as we go out?"
Lilian — "..."
Damn!
What a sly fox, he actually saw right through her thoughts.
Lilian pursed her lips, turned her head away angrily, too annoyed to look at his smug yet domineering, rogue-like face.
Morrisonrrison gave her a low warning,
"This KTV belongs to a friend of mine. Later, I'll tell the staff to check in from time to time, just to see if your outfit is neat."
"You—"
Lilian glared at him fiercely. This guy was seriously too sly.
Morrisonrrison walked over, raised his hand to fix her collar again, then leaned close to her ear with a mischievous smile,
"If it's not neat, just wait and see how I'll deal with you!"
Lilian was truly furious now. Who does that—giving warnings and threats just over what she was wearing?
Since his hand was on her collar anyway, she grabbed his arm, bit his wrist hard, protesting his bossiness in her own fierce way.
Morrisonrrison didn't expect her to bite him so wildly. Caught completely off guard, he felt a sharp sting on his wrist.
By the time he reacted, the girl had already let go and dashed to the door, turning back to make a cheeky face at him,
"Hmph, don't you dare control me again!"
Then she left.
Morrisonrrison looked down at the few teeth marks left on his wrist and let out a helpless laugh.
She really was just a little girl—biting him like that.
Under his domineering pressure, Lilian ultimately didn't pull down the collar of her shirt again. She went to the restroom to tidy herself up a bit so she wouldn't look too messy, then returned to the private room where their class was gathered.
The singing had already started. She walked over and sat down with a few close classmates. Several girls surrounded her, chattering away, still talking about Morrisonrrison.
Lilian could feel Angela's disdainful gaze from not far away but didn't bother to respond. She briefly told her friends about her so-called boyfriend, only saying he was an ordinary man—just like the explanation she gave her dormmates that day.
Lilian still didn't reveal Morrisonrrison's real identity. She dated a man to experience love, to feel what it was like, to make sure her life had no regrets—not to show off or flaunt. Her love life was her own business, unrelated to others, so she had no intention of displaying it openly.
Perhaps because she grew up in a warm family environment, with no lack of material comfort and plenty of love from her parents, brother, and lord—everyone doted on her—she was eMorrisontionally rich as well. This balance of material and eMorrisontional abundance created a stable and fulfilled inner self, so she didn't need extreme or unconventional ways to attract others' attention or seek love and validation from them.
Whether others accepted her or not, she was confident and lived happily.
Angela was different. She seemed to crave others' approval, as if only when others recognized her could she feel her life had meaning.
Lilian felt tired just watching Angela live like that.
Because of these contrasting attitudes, Angela always looked down on Lilian. Lilian was too indifferent and carefree; Angela cared about everything, which made her see Lilian as a rival.
After Lilian left, the KTV owner Morrisonrrison mentioned entered Morrisonrrison's private room. Morrisonrrison was drinking alone.
The owner sat across from him, opened a bottle of wine, raised his glass toward Morrisonrrison, and smiled as he spoke,
"Yo, Mr. Morrison, alone? Where's your little girlfriend?"
Morrisonrrison had driven quickly and arrived before Lilian and the others. When he told the owner he'd reserved the whole room for Lilian's group, the owner understood Morrisonrrison's intentions—it had to be for someone important, like a girlfriend. So he teased Morrisonrrison like this.
Morrisonrrison took a sip, smiled calmly, and answered,
"She went off to her own world to go crazy."