I Got Married Without You

Eva raised her chin slightly and leaned in close to Paul’s eyelids.

“What do you mean by ‘actual action”?”

With a fresh and comfortable scent, mixed with a hint of alcohol, as she got closer, it sprayed out, causing Paul’s heart to race and making him unable to look directly into Eva’s eyes.

He had intended to make a move, but when Eva actually approached him, he was scared and turned his head slightly, trying to avoid close contact.

Eva, who was held in his arms, couldn’t see clearly who was in front of her. She grabbed his arm, squinted her eyes, and slowly approached him…

As soon as she leaned in, Paul stopped avoiding her. He straightened his stiff back and stared at her, watching as she put her hand on his chest. His heart suddenly skipped a beat, but he remained calm and looked at her…

When Eva’s fingers curled up, she grabbed Paul’s white shirt and with a slight force, she pulled the person in front of her closer…

“Hmm? What actual action?”

to his thin lips, only three centimeters away. Just a little closer and they

lowered his gaze, staring at those lips that opened

you, will you

just drunk. Whatever others told her to

in front of him, Paul hesitated for a while and then boldly leaned his face closer, “Kiss me to

small white face so close, Eva let go of the shirt she was holding, reached

lipstick mark, but it felt like a branding iron, leaving

but tighten his hands, which were hooked around Eva’s waist.

Eva struggled to get up and Paul stared at her. After watching

like this while being drunk, Eva’s head instantly spun. She felt extremely uncomfortable. The hand that was resting on Paul’s

“Put me down!”

and any thoughts he had

an ambiguous moment, she’s actually grabbing his

speechless and followed the force of Eva’s hand, tilting his head back.