Chapter 1750 It’s the Same Anywhere


    When Lance leaned his whole body over, Yvette only blushed slightly and pushed him away to remind


    him.


    "This is the garage..."


    His hand clutched her wrist, and his lips fell on her body like rain, lingering and stoking her fire.


    "It doesn’t matter. It''s all the same..."


    His low voice was husky as if he was restraining a certain emotion. It was verypelling.


    Yvette was just putting on an act and immediately let go, no longer resisting.


    If it was all the same, then she did not mind it.


    No one woulde over to disturb them anyway.


    An unknown amount of time passed.


    Yvette felt like she was in a body of water.


    Drunkenness and exhaustion overwhelmed her, which made her unable to tell if this was a dream or


    reality.


    It felt like someone carried her in and went to a very warm ce. There was water all around, and it felt


    veryfortable.


    She paddled the water with ease. Her consciousness blurred as if she was ying in the sea at a


    beach.


    Very faintly, she heard someone sigh in a low voice.


    "You''re drunk but still so yful?"


    Soon, someone fished her out of the water, wiped her clean, and carried her to a dry ce.


    On what she thought was a beach lounger, Yvette tossed and turned, feeling like the sun was really


    warm.


    In a blur, a many down next to her and scooped her up from where she was about to fall.


    With a turn, she tumbled into a warm embrace.


    It was a very nice fragrance, the same as the smell on her body.


    Lance wanted to let Yvette sleep, but she just would not stop and constantly aroused him. He finally


    could not stand it any longer and lowered his head, starting t o tease her back as well.


    Yvette was awakened by his uncontroble movements. She opened her eyes, frowned, and


    recognized the man on top of her after a while.


    His kisses were hot and fell densely all over her body. His eyes were a little scarlet.


    Yvette touched his chest. It was a veryfortable feeling, just the type that she liked.


    Lance froze, and the two looked at each other.


    The next second, he chuckled in a low voice. "You''re awake? That’s better. You provoked me first, so


    don''t get angry with me tomorrow."


    Then, Lance kissed her lips again.


    No matter how slow Yvette was, she vaguely understood the present situation and could only cater t o


    his strength with gritted teeth.


    After sweating profusely, the both of them were a little tired.


    Yvette''s drunkenness seemed to subside. She blinked and nestled into Lance''s arms, then looked at


    his face.


    "I suddenly realize that you''re really good-looking. Before, your wealth covered your brilliance, but in


    fact, your appearance is more outstanding."


    Lance was stunned. He opened his eyes to look at her. His obscure gaze swept across her face.


    Finally, he clutched her hand and kissed it.


    "If I was extremely ugly but super rich, would you still marry me?"


    The two seemed to be talking about something very ordinary.


    Yvette did not hesitate. "Yes."


    Lance was stunned. "Really?"


    Yvette did not look like the type of person who paid more attention to someone''s inner qualities.


    The men surrounding her were all good-looking. Whether they were rich or poor, they all had


    handsome faces.


    Yvette smiled. "But I’ll have an affair!"


    The corners of Lance''s mouth twitched.


    Thank goodness he was not ugly.


    Lance deliberately pinched her soft waist. Yvette giggled and burrowed into his arms, hugging his body


    and sniffing his scent.


    "Don''t be angry. I married you. Even if I have an affair, I won’t find anyone better than you. I''ll work hard


    to milk you dry and wrap you around my finger!"


    What the hell was she talking about?


    Lance frowned before catching the keyword in what she said.


    "Milk me dry?"


    His voice was deep. He put one hand on her waist again, gently squeezing her soft flesh, then rolled


    over t o pin her below him.


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    "Okay, then I’ll grant your wish."


    Lance was originally not a lustful person, but after meeting a minx like her, he was a little out of control.


    Like today, Lance actually wanted to let her go, but once she said those words, he feltpelled to


    fulfill her idea of milking him dry.