Mica was pinned against the door panel, unable to move, her heart beating too fast.


    She had been wrapped in the chill of The Holy City, which she had picked up from outside, but now, those chills, as if adding fuel to the agitation, burned even hotter.


    Mica smiled, smiling softly, a little lightly, her watery eyes ncing lightly back up at his handsome face, “Does Mr. Nico know what he looks like now?”


    Nico continued kissing her delicate neck, absentmindedly returning, “A handsome, suave, masculine ghost?”


    “Handsome is true, and smooth is true, but … More like a nightclub cowboye to collect credit.”


    Nico was slightly stunned, how dare this woman call him a duck!


    Nico sketched a nonchnt smile, “Now that you’ve taken credit, I’m going to be polite, guest?”.


    “…”…” he called him fat and he’s really panting!


    Mica has discovered that people like Nico can’t give a hint of color, and when he does, he can open a dye house.


    The kiss on the back of her neck, deeper and heavier, the torturous tingling sensation magnified more than tenfold where Mica couldn’t see it.


    Mica’s hand, clinging to the cold door, tightened, she cocked her head slightly, restrained, suppressing agitation, trying to keep her voice calm and collected, reminding him, “Mr. Nico, are youing now to ask to get back together or do you just want the 419?”


    “Neither.”


    Nico bumped into her and reminded her, “Open the door.”


    “Answer me first, I don’t invite perverts into my house.”


    Nico looked down, his deep, clear dark eyes looking up at her, holding back a smile, “I don’t mind you waking up the neighbors if you’re not shy.”


    Mica’s ears burned red and she scolded him, “You rascal!”.


    “So you still like being kissed by hooligans, aren’t you more of a hooligan?”. Nico raised his eyebrows and looked at her with beautiful clear eyes, squeezing her waist and urging, “Come on, when a punk is pushed, he can be a punk no matter the asion or the ce.”


    Mica wanted to curse and gritted her teeth so she didn’t like it, “Mr. Nico, suggest he donate his cheek to the country for bulletproof vests, the technology will surely make a breakthrough.”


    Heh, how about calling him cheeky.


    Nico smiled coquettishly, “It’s a pity to be a bulletproof vest for a pretty face like mine, it’s better to be a cowboy, don’t you think?”.


    Mica, who was wearing heeled boots, stepped back and stood on the back of his foot.


    After stepping on it, Mica said apologetically and guiltily, “Mr. Nico, you told me to open the door, why didn’t you back up?”.


    Nico: “…”


    Fuck, this woman is tough as nails.


    Mica opened the door and slipped behind her like a strider, closing the door with the backhand.


    Nico had one long leg against the door frame, the gate pressed against her thigh, “ying this game with me? Mica, let me in.”


    Mica held the gate and winked at him, “Mr. Nico, if you don’t get your leg out of the way, I’m not responsible for breaking it.”


    “Are you willing to give it up? You’ll be a widow if you crush it.”


    Talking as if she were his wife!


    Mica mmed the door so hard that Nico hissed in pain and Mica kicked his long legs out the door.


    The door, with a bang, mmed shut.


    The cold breeze from the door hit Nico’s face.


    Maniption.


    In fact, a woman shoved him out the door.


    Nico sat in the stairwell and smoked cigarette after cigarette.


    It wasn’t until he counted the butts on the floor, the fifth, that the woman got really hard.


    Nico decided to smoke two more to give her a chance.


    …


    Inside the house, Mica is drying her hair after a hot shower when she remembers Nico at the door.


    Wondering if the bastard has left.


    Mica pulls a long sweater over her head and heads for the door, peeking through the cat’s eye to see the door, which was empty.


    I guess they couldn’t take the cold and left.


    Mica turned back to the living room and saw the Barbie doll sitting in the window.


    She pulled it close and fiddled with it twice, stroking Barbie’s silver hair and giggling, “childish.”


    A cold breeze rushed over Mica’s neck as she opened the door, wrapped in a thick knit sweater.


    Outside the door, no one was there.


    She’s really gone.


    Mica was about to close the door when she heard the echoing bouncing of the staircase a short distance away.


    Mica opens the door and walks over to see Nico jumping down the stairs in the hallway.


    “…” Why is he angry?


    Mica stood up and asked, “Nico, what are you doing?”.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    Nico paused in his movements and looked at the woman by the stairwell door, not at all embarrassed about being bumped, but using, “You won’t let me in and you won’t let me warm up?”


    “…” he says condescendingly.


    Mica turned around and let him, “Then keep dancing.”


    The man took a big step forward, pulled her by the arm and drew her into his arms, the man’s tall, lean figure draped over her, wrapped around her and pressed her against the stair railing behind him, and the dense kisses fell without warning.


    Mica couldn’t resist and clung to the cor of his coat as her mind went nk.


    After the kiss, Nico stared at her slightly red and swollen lips and curved his lips, teasing, “That’s much more useful for warming up.”


    Mica was about to leave when Nico’s long, slender arms stopped her and took her back, moving in a dominant manner.


    “Nico, what the hell do you want?”


    “I have little interest in 419.”


    Mica pursed her lips and red at him, “Then what’s the point of kissing me?”


    Nico’s eyes fixed on her, and he had to say that Mica was really to his liking. Though stunningly beautiful, she was not vulgarly striking, her features were young and airy, she seemed pure and lustful, her temperament was A and mild, she could be offensive or sweet, and she was very attractive.


    Nico cornered her, his bandit aura had been restrained, but he asked her seriously, “Mica, be my girlfriend, do you want it?”.


    “…”


    Mica froze for a few seconds before smiling and pushing him, “I’m going home to sleep.”


    Nico didn’t grant her that, picking her up again and pinning her back against the wall, “Don’t answer or don’t sleep tonight.”


    “I don’t want it.” He didn’t like to y with her feelings.


    Previously it was an exchange rtionship with him, she gave him sleep and he gave her resources and money, a fair exchange and not ying with emotions was Mica’s goal.


    Nico looked at her with a warm look, “Be my girlfriend and I will give you all the resources you want.”


    Mica asks, “What if I refuse?”


    Nico’s thin lips pressed against the rim of her ear and he spoke softly, “Let go, you choose. You know, I’m very clear about the Lord.”


    “…”


    He had that no I don’t force you look that made Mica angry.


    Mica tugged on her lips and sneered, “Mr. Nico you are quite the Mr..”


    Nico leaned in, his tall figure towering over her, hisrge, slightly cold hands wrapped around her waist, his eyes closed, leisurely and insouciant, “You know you almost lost your chance to be my girlfriend?”


    “…?” Mica was confused.


    Nico looked behind her at the pile of cigarette butts, on his seventh, “If I smoke one more cigarette, you’re out of money for your life.”


    “…”