The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 293

Chapter 293 Five Years Ago 9
Boris, with his only remaining eye, watched Ziana walk away.
When Ziana passed by him, Boris couldn’t resist any longer, he grabbed her hand.
He pulled her into his arms, pressed her to sit on his lap, turned his big palm back to support her back, and held her head with his other hand.
Ziana smelled Boris’ fresh breath, which suddenly hit her face.
Boris’ slightly cool lips trembled as he kissed Ziana’s forehead.
Ziana’s body stiffened, and her mind went blank. She stuttered, “Boris, what does this
mean?”
Boris responded with a continuous kiss.
Boris’ kisses trailed down from her forehead, to her eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, and
finally trembled on the corner of her lips.
Ziana held her breath for a moment and then suddenly pushed Boris away. “Explain yourself clearly. You’re being a thug! If you dare to take advantage of me in any unclear way, you’ll be dead!”
Boris pursed his lips and pressed his forehead against hers. “I like you.”
Ziana was stunned, but then realized what he meant. “I don’t understand.”
“I like you,” Boris repeated helplessly, “Why don’t you find someone else? If you want
to be in a relationship, I’ll accompany you, and I’ll let you do whatever you want.”
“You rejected me before. Why did you change your mind now?” Ziana snorted and
looked at him triumphantly.
“I regret it,” Boris sighed.
Ziana’s mood tonight was like a rollercoaster ride, up and down.

Ziana wanted to clarify. “So are we dating now?”
“Yes,” Boris nodded. Suddenly, he smelled a pleasant fragrance, and saw Ziana lean
towards him, then her lips were on his, soft and trembling.
Ziana licked her lips like a sly cat and said, “I’ll put a stamp on you.”
Boris’ deep blue eyes floated with restrained emotions.
Boris held Ziana’s waist and pulled her towards him, his voice h**rse. “You have put at stamp on me. I’m yours now.”
“Of course.”
“Ziana, don’t play with me,” he said in a deep voice, “If you provoke me and then try to get rid of me, it won’t be so easy.”
Ziana held his face with both hands and kissed him again. “I’m not someone who provokes everyone.”
“What if my eyes don’t get better?”
Ziana rolled her eyes at him unabashedly. “Babe, I’m not that shallow. You have to have confidence in yourself and in me. Besides, I like you, not just because of your face.”
After establishing their relationship, Ziana and Boris spent a special night together.
Ziana was worried that sitting on Boris’ lap would make him uncomfortable, but Boris held her and hugged her tightly for a long time.
Until Boris noticed that she was sleepy, and it was getting late and then reminded her,
“I’ll take you back to sleep.”
Ziana shook her head. “No need. I’m upstairs, and you have trouble walking.”
“I have to take you. It’s the privilege of being my girlfriend.”
Ziana was amused by Boris’ words. When he sent her back to her room, she grabbed him. and didn’t let him go.
“What’s wrong?” Boris smiled indulgently. “You should go to bed.”
“As your girlfriend, are there any other privileges?” Ziana pulled at his sleeve and coquettishly asked.
How could Boris not understand what she meant? He raised his eyebrows and gave her the power. “What privileges do you want?”
“I want my boyfriend to sleep with me.”
Boris was silent for a moment and coughed uncomfortably. “You’re still too young. I won’t provide that service for now.”
Boris was well aware that Ziana’s frank and startling remarks always made his heart
s*ip a beat.
Initially, Boris wasn’t the type to be easily teased.
Ziana was dissatisfied with his answer and hummed lightly. “What about sleep-soothing services? You don’t have that either?”
“What’s a sleep-soothing service?”
“It’s just someone who helps me fall asleep, like Yudel telling Gigi bedtime stories and sometimes singing to her.” Ziana hinted, pouting deliberately. “How come other girls have sleep-soothing services, but I don’t? Am I not good enough? Am I not deserving?”
Boris chuckled at her teasing. “How could that be? Other girls have it, so my girlfriend should have it too. I can’t have you envious of others.”
“Then I want to hear you sing,” Ziana said triumphantly.
“Okay.” Boris sat down in the room. “Go wash up first, and I’ll help you sleep later.”
Ziana quickly tidied herself up and obediently lay down on the bed. “You can start your service now.”
He lazily teased her, “What song do you want to hear?”
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