Wolf President Hooks Up

Rylee let out a hollow laugh.

She was scared.

In her mind, the scene that Timothy pinched her neck with a spooky smile and broke her neck popped in her mind.

She didn’t want that to happen at all. The way of death was too ugly. She’d rather die with a whole body.

Rylee made several wild guesses in a few seconds.

Timothy exhaled. He bent over and sprayed his hot breath on her face. Gritting his teeth, he said, “I do wish to open your skull and take a look at your brain.”

“What? No way. What have I done wrong? Why do you hate me so much? I can change. Don’t open my skull. I’ll die. If I try hard, I can be very obedient. I promise I’ll be more obedient.”

Rylee curled her lips with a bitter look, staring at Timothy pitifully.

The gangster leader was always moody, as rumors said

Sure enough, Timothy was indeed grumpy.

He always wanted to end others' lives.

In anger, Timothy looked away, feeling helpless. He looked at Rylee and growled, “Can you be more stupid?”

Stupid?

Why did he think she was stupid?

Rylee held Timothy’s waist with her hands. Since she couldn’t move, her arms could. She begged pitifully, “I’m stupid. I’m indeed stupid. I’m more stupid than a hog. Timothy, please don’t open my skull. I can learn. Really. What have I done to offend you? Please tell me. I will change.”

She decided not to beg him for the exclusive interview. Her life was in danger already, so she wouldn’t have any energy to think about other things.

Timothy wanted to speak but couldn’t. He heaved a sigh and said, “Alas... You... Everything of you offends me.”

“What?”

That was way too serious.

She couldn’t reassemble her body parts, could she?

“I know you always dislike me. But I can’t do anything. I’m already like this. I’m quite pitiful already. Please have mercy on a pitiful woman.”

Rylee moved her hands on Timothy’s body up and down as usual as she spoke.

It felt like she was touching him, rubbing him, and arousing him.

Timothy took a deep breath, feeling extremely hot. He grabbed her hands, lifted them, and pressed them above her head.

Rylee wondered why her posture had been changed.

She bit her bottom lip, looking at Timothy in fear.

Timothy’s muscled body clung to hers tightly.

Different from his, her body was soft and boneless.

Waves of a woman’s scent kept spreading to him.

It smelt refreshed, attractive, and enchanting.

against his body, making his skin sensitive

He cursed inwardly.

always make him exhausted physically and

make him a

almost pressed on Rylee’s nose. Panting slightly, he said, “Little girl, you know I dislike you. How dare

Timothy

only interested

She snorted.

gesture, Rylee only wanted Timothy

you? I didn’t call you Mr. Wheeler today, and nor did I

frown. However, she looked so adorable in Timothy’s

surged into Timothy’s

are already bothering

his words, Timothy bent over suddenly and captured her red

Before she cried out for help, his tongue entered

her body to

didn’t bother

She hardly spoke.

wondered why he punished her again, feeling

against Timothy’s body. Feeling her soft body, his lower abdomen

her closer, kissing her

end of her

and trembled. Her

obeyed her subconsciousness. She clung to

was

their kissing sound

Rylee couldn’t breathe gradually.

how hard she dodged, she couldn’t

She was almost suffocated.

wanted to

felt so pitiful that she would be the first to be

of her. Rylee’s body weakened. Pressing her face on

miserable, just like

a buzz and almost lost

her hearing

She almost died.

so she didn’t notice that something hard was pressed against her

ever-cold face was full of obsession. His thin lips turned red

bridge had a shadow on his face.

as tender as the moonlight while he looked down at the little

breath. She was curious. Pressing her head against his chest, she growled, “Shit! Do you really

girl,” Timothy uttered the words

something wrong. You

“Silly.”

at Timothy in anger. She growled in a grievance, “Do you know you almost suffocated me just now? I’m your maid. How can you kill your own maid? Although kissing me to death is better than smashing my skull, I

and retorted, “Don’t you know how to breathe

Rylee widened her eyes. Her lips parted while she was staring at

too charming. His chin

such a kind

of man would

down at Rylee and bent over. He breathed closely to Rylee and said,

“I...”

“Your kissing skill sucks.”