History at the Library - Chapter 169
“You’ve been out a lot lately.”
Her reaction was delayed because her head was as tired as a blank sheet of paper.
“Where have you been?”
Aiden asked. With the exception of Vivian, she had no interest in anything in the world, so she noticed her abnormality sooner than anyone else. No, looking at her cold expression, she seems to have known her a long time ago.
“The… the data?”
It was not long after the closing of the new novel. Vivian was making nonsense that she was conducting a data survey for a new work, even though a new one has not yet been published.
Aiden has been patient in his own way. Vivienne has been sensitive to a lot of things to worry about due to the recent frequent closures. As before, he wanted to bury his inside her to the limit and cry in a mess, but his desire was limited to desire.
He wanted to be as considerate as possible to the person he will be with for the rest of his life.
But now that the rest of the work has been settled, she’s been going out a lot, and that’s because of the research.
It’s a sensual fiction writer’s data study… that’s all he could think of.
“Where I’m not?”
Aiden quickly hardened his face and reached over Vivian’s shoulder.
Uh? Meanwhile, she lay in bed with her fox tail hidden behind her. Above, Aiden was pressing down on her like she was being attacked.
“I am in charge of Vivian’s education. You are a bad student for acting without the permission of your advisor.”
He folded his eyes half-fold and whispered in a lowered voice. Her heart ached at the racy breath that clung to her ear. With her eyes closed reflexively, his tongue skillfully invaded her lips. It was a kiss that was soft and felt like her whole body was going to melt down. Every time a hot lump swept through every corner of the mouth and pressed, her back trembled finely.
Then, Aiden’s hand over her shoulder, mesmerized by the kiss. Naturally, he rode his arm down and stole what she had in her hand with her back folded.
Vivian shouted, but it was already late. She clenched her hands in the air. Aiden also seemed to have no idea what she was desperately hiding was something like this.
“Well, what’s this?”
“Hey, fox scarf?”
“Why did you put so much gel on your fox scarf?”
He knew but he was still asking. Vivian narrowed the gap between her eyes, with her face dyed red. She thought the fox tail would look better on Aiden than on herself.
“I’ve heard that you’ve met the Casil of the Tower. You’ve got an unusual item.”
“It’s Aiden’s birthday today. I did it to congratulate you.”
All the surprise events are gone. Vivian added, stretching herself out. When what she had planned for a week ago came to nothing, she sighed.
“Vivian doesn’t know me very well yet.”
When Aiden heard that, he did not come down from above, but rather raised her feet in full position. Smacking his lips lightly on the back of her feet, he added with a gentle voice that seemed to enjoy the lingering feelings of the situation, chewing on her Achilles tendon well.
“I like to hunt myself rather than eat a set meal.”
It sounded as if he were going to cook Vivian alive now.
“Why is this happening again?”
“What did you expect?”
“Aiden, distracted by my temptation.”
It was Aiden who was always seduced with color, and Vivian who melted helplessly into his sensual atmosphere and touch. This time, she wanted to hold him in her hand and swing around, but he failed.
When Aiden heard that, he frowned as if he was wondering what she was talking about.
“From the moment I met Vivian, I’ve never been rational.”
How is he supposed to get more drunk here when he’s already drunk? He blinked his eyes. A terrible thirst sank over the heated snow. At the same time, the s*x tool rang loudly.
“Even now, Vivian is raving like a dog.”
He said, rubbing the stiffened object against her thighs. He said shallowly explicit things, but his expression was calm. It’s a fact that she’s already resigned and admitted long ago.
Aiden, if there was a reason for his life, it was entirely up to Vivian.
“I’ll help you.”
Aiden squeezed out the gel that Vivian had thrown onto the bed. Then he opened her hip wide and pushed his fingers into the tightly closed hole.
Vivian blushed at his sudden confession and frowned at the foreign material.
It didn’t hurt. Because he’s been spending enough time expanding the interior. As the clinging sounds increased, she felt a strange tickle, but she couldn’t tell it was that good. It felt a little racy, but it was no comparison to caressing the vagin* and the cl*toris.
No, it was more of an unpleasant thing.
Did Casil cheat me?