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 hisp, 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 nk. 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. “Exin 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 rtionship, I’ll apany 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 rify. “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.” Property ? N?velDrama.Org.
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 y 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 rtionship, Ziana and Boris spent a special night together.
Ziana was worried that sitting on Boris’p would make him ufortable, but Boris held her and
hugged her tightly for a long time.
Until Boris noticed that she was sleepy, and it was gettingte 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 ufortably. “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. “Howe 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 sleepter.”
Ziana quickly tidied herself up and obedientlyy down on the bed. “You can start your service now.”
Hezily teased her, “What song do you want to hear?”
Ziana giggled and found a song. “This one.”
Boris nced at her and smiled. “Alright.”
“My baby, I will give you a little sweetness to make you sleep well tonight. I tease your eyebrows and
eyes to make you love this world. My baby, when you’re tired, there’s someone to apany you. My
baby, let you know you’re the most beautiful…”
Boris’ voice was deep, like aged wine. In this ambiguous environment, Ziana’s body was numb all over
from listening.
Especially when Boris called her baby over and over again, Ziana blushed and covered half of her face
with the nket.
He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Sleep, baby.”
Ziana held his palm. “Don’t leave.”
“I won’t leave. I’ll leave after you fall asleep.”
Ziana had a regr schedule and soon fell asleep, even though it was a littlete today.
Boris sat silently for a while, gazing at her before finally giving a helpless smile.
After establishing a rtionship, they spent a wonderful period of time together.
They watched fireflies light up the dark night in the forest on a summer evening.
They sought refuge from the rain under the eaves and waded in the pink sands of the beach together.
When Ziana was painting, Boris would take her hand and add a few strokes. She would generously
compliment him, saying he was the second-best artist after her.
While Ziana was learning to drive, Boris was always there with her. When she acted coy and asked him
to feed her, he never called her out on it.
Boris indulged her every desire.
Ziana grew increasingly happy in this rtionship.
Previously, with so many people serving her, she never felt like a princess.
But with Boris taking care of her so much, she finally felt like a true princess.
Ziana always said, “Boris, you are so good to me. I’m so happy when I’m with you.”
Boris always replied with the same sentiment, “I’m not good enough yet. I need to be better for you to
stay with me.”
This was his private desire.
Afterpleting the first four paintings in her series The Maiden Katyusha, Ziana proposed that they
take a two-day yacht trip nearby.
The fifth painting marked a turning point in their rtionship. “I’ll take a break for a couple of days and
then start painting in seclusion,” she said to the people sitting on the sofa, “Boris and I have already
decided. Yudel, are you and Gigiing with us?”