Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 1108 Noah and Christy Nine (3)

Jacky reacted slowly and covered his chest. When he went out, Zoey noticed that his body below his waist was still naked. She was about to collapse again, but she struggled to replace a large towel to wrap him in.

"Sleep on the sofa." Zoey laid a new sheet on the sofa and ordered, "Sleep here, lie down."

Jacky lay down obediently.

Zoey heaved a sigh of relief and entered the bathroom tiredly.

But when she was taking a bath, her mind was full of Jacky's naked body. She had to admit that Jacky's figure was quite good. Although he did not have many muscles, he did not have any fat. His skin was fair, youthful, and tight.

When she helped him out, she noticed that his feet were especially good-looking.

They were long and their nails were trimmed neatly, looking very clean.

Seeing them, people would have the urge to put their feet on his feet.

Zoey shook her head and shook off her dirty thoughts.

After finishing showering, she came out of the bathroom. She poured a glass of water and put it on the tea table, saying, "There is water on the table. Don't spill it at night.'

Jacky was already asleep.

Zoey found a blanket from the room and covered it on his waist. Then she turned off the light.

She had also drunk some wine, but her mind was still clear. Perhaps because she had told Sam everything today, as soon as she laid down, she remembered many things in the past.

Her mother often told her not to hang out with those hooligans. Otherwise, sooner or later, she would become like them.

But in the school, only those hooligans were good to her.

Sam was the head of them. After dropping out, he often came to Zoey.

Zoey knew Sam because they had lived in the same alley. They lived so close and could see each other as long as they went out.

She moved into the alley when she was ten years old. Sam had given her many things, such as the lucky money and the candies or biscuits robbed from other children. As long as he had something, he would give it to her.

Like presenting a treasure.

And Sam's eyes were bright at that time.

Being born in such an environment, few people succeeded in going to a bigger world. Everyone felt that it was fine to go through their lives without planning them carefully.

But Zoey didn't want to accept her fate.

Her mother had told her that she would make a lot of money when she grew up.

Zoey didn't know the exact amount.

But she knew that she would be able to afford medicine for her mother.

In winter, they didn't have to sew pearls on the clothes and their limbs wouldn't be cold.

In summer, they could eat a lot of ice cream and enjoy the air conditioner.

But her mother died before it.

Zoey was the only one to achieve the goal.

Only herself.

Zoey sniffed and wiped her tears.

She heard a movement at the door and listened carefully.

She got out of bed, opened the door, and saw a person curled up in front of her. Jacky was wrapped in sheets and lying on the floor. His head kept hitting the door. Zoey remained silent.

She sighed.

"Then sleep on the bed." She pulled Jacky to the bed.

Zoey planned to sleep on the sofa, but she turned back and looked at the bed. Jacky was lying there, sleeping soundly.

"Since you I won't make you wronged, why should I?" With a bitter sigh, she climbed onto the bed and placed a pillow between them.

She couldn't fall asleep and looked at Jacky's face under the moonlight.

His eyes were closed. His eyelashes were long, his skin fair, his lips thin, and his chin smooth without a beard.

Zoey reached out and touched his nose.

Jacky furrowed his brows.

And Zoey rubbed his chin.

Jacky turned over, his legs pressing on her and his arms on her neck.

Zoey gently removed his arm and put it back, about to remove his leg.

Only then did she discover that the large towel on his body had gone.

Zoey quickly turned and silently cursed in her heart.

The next day, when Jacky woke up, his head hurt a little. He was about to get up and found that he was holding a person in his arms. He looked down and saw a clean face. She was curled up in his arms.

With a weak and lonely posture.

While he wrapped her with his long arm.

An intimate gesture.

Jacky remembered a painting he had seen in his parents' room. On it, the man was sitting on the bed while the woman was lying behind him and kissing him intimately. They were his parents.

He did not understand why humans had such rich feelings.

Kinship might be easy to understand, but love wasn't.

Jacky never knew how he would feel when he fell in love with a woman. He was confused and curious about it.

But now, he thought that he might understand what it was like.

His heart would beat fast.

He would have an impulse.

He lowered his head.

At that moment, Zoey happened to open her eyes. In fact, she had already woken up and just wanted to see what Jacky was going to do after looking at her for so long. His lips were only three centimeters away from hers. She finally couldn't hold on and pushed him away. she frowned and her cute face was filled with killing intent. "Do you want to die?"

Jacky was speechless.

It seemed that she did not have that kind of impulse toward him.