Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 1025: What hatred do you have for my hair?

Cristian pinched her chin and kissed her.

The slightly pale lips were slightly cold, like snowflakes, but after falling on her lips, they gradually became warm again.

Serena saw him close his eyes intensely, and his movements went from nibbling her chin to caressing her hands. The kiss was extremely long. If it were not for the sweat that kept oozing from her forehead, Serena would have really thought this moment was wonderful for Cristian.

It was a shame that she would see this in his eyes and then feel so sorry for him.

Kisses could make people emotional, perhaps make them forget the pain?

At this thought, Serena blinked. She had agreed with him before that he could not kiss her without her permission, but now it was a special situation, or, did she have to give him an answer?

As she thought about it, the touch on his lips suddenly disappeared.

Serena came back to herself and saw Cristian looking at her lightly.

Was it because she was thinking about other things, she was distracted and Cristian noticed?

Serena was a little embarrassed, she bit her lower lip unconsciously, thought about it and actively kissed him.

Cristian's pupils suddenly dilated, and a second later he was squinting dangerously, clutching the nape of her neck and becoming more active.

The sweetness of the kiss gradually drove away Cristian....'s anxiety and pain.

The two kissed hard in the old house.

On the other side, in an apartment in the Sunshine Community.

Luca sat on the sofa, looking extremely relaxed and free, sipping his home brewed coffee, and then looked up to watch the girl writer sitting in front of the notebook with her back to him who was working. She had been sitting there for almost half an hour, Luca finished his coffee and refilled it himself.

When he went to refill his coffee, he found that this writer girl's apartment was not big, but she knew how to enjoy life very well, she had everything from coffee machines to bread and cake machines. And her kitchen was very big, full of appliances.

The refrigerator was full of ingredients when he opened it.

Earlier, Luca had heard that writers were nerds, used to eating instant noodles or take-out, but seeing that the things in her refrigerator were fresh, he thought she makes her own food.

Luca took another sip of coffee and suddenly remembered something, looked behind the writer's back.

He felt as if something was wrong.

She had been sitting there for half an hour, why didn't she say a word or get up, and he just asked her to make a small change, would it take that long?

Thinking about this, he frowned, put down the cup of coffee in his hand and called her.

-Ei.

There was no answer.

Luca arched his eyebrows when he saw this-he was working so hard?

But why did he feel that something was wrong?

Finally, Luca waited a few minutes, but she remained still, which was all too unusual.

Luca simply stood up, walked over to her and said, "Are you finished? Does it take that long to edit the document? Aren't you a professional writer?

As she spoke, Luca had already walked past her, looked at the computer indifferently, and then his gaze fell on her face.

The girl was sitting upright, but her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, and she was sound asleep.

Who was going to tell him what was going on?

Was she not editing the document? How had she fallen asleep in front of the computer?

And how could she stretch her back so straight in her sleep?

When she was sound asleep, the writer clicked her mouth.

Then she bowed her head and went back to sleep.

Very good, very powerful.

Luke held back the anger in his heart, reached out his hand and slapped the table in front of her. Da, da, da...

The writer did not seem to hear him, but she was still sound asleep.

Luca was speechless, hitting the table hard.

Da, da, da, da!

This time he could tell he had used a lot of force, if she still didn't wake up, it would be really....

He guessed, and she still did not react at all. She seemed unable to hear the disturbance or any sound from the outside world.

Finally, when Luke was too confused, he saw a piece of absorbent cotton stuffed into her ears.

He scoffed coldly and reached out to pull out the two cotton balls, but he only intended to remove the cotton and wake her up to finish this serious business.

But he did not expect to immediately pull out a strand of her hair when his fingers encircled her hair as he pulled the cotton.

-Ah!!!

In the next second, there was a scream in the room that was worse than the scream of a pig being slaughtered.

Luca looked at the strand of hair in his hand and unconsciously swallowed the saliva.

He had not done it on purpose.

-Damn it! -After she woke up, she saw the black hair in her hand with a look, and was angry in an instant: -Mr. Luca, what do you mean? I was just lazy and fell asleep, can't I change it for you? If you have a problem with me, tell me!

Luca, -?

-Why did you pull my hair? Do you know how important the existence of hair is for us writers? Because every day I have to think about what I will write, I almost lost all my hair, now you too.... -she burst into

tears.

Hair loss was the sore point for all girls.

Especially for people with a high hairline, Samantha was one of them, and she was losing her hair.

More importantly, after becoming a writer, she started losing her hair more brutally.

Samantha searched the Internet for good ways to grow her hair. However, she kept losing her hair, from one day to the next she had less and less hair, she felt she was about to go bald.

Now Luca even pulled out a strand of her hair.

Samantha, with trembling fingers, gently stroked the painful part of her scalp, obviously touching a small piece of flesh ....

There was no hair left.

Samantha burst into tears.

She took a step forward and grabbed Luke by the collar, resentfully: -Tell me, what hatred do you have for my hair? Why did you treat it like that?

Luca had been absolutely right before, but now he had ripped out a lock of her hair, it was something he had not expected, so now she had lost her mind, plus he had been questioned by Samantha, he could not say why.

-I tell you, if you don't give me a satisfactory answer now, I will never be finished with you, and don't even think about having the document changed. Don't even think about leaving this house! Luca looked at her helplessly.

Was she still the girl from before? Why had she become a dominatrix in the blink of an eye, just because of a lock of hair?

But Luca looked at the volume of her hair and said with difficulty: -I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to get the cotton out, but I didn't expect....

-You used that opportunity to take revenge. If you went to take off my cotton, how did you rip out my hair?