Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 964: Heeheehee_1

Clothes gradually peeled off, and Purple Summers gripped Alexander Summers’s hand, a bit flustered, "I... I want to take a shower first."

Her palm was warm and sweaty, and a thin layer of perspiration formed on her skin.

Her face, with makeup applied, didn’t feel breathable and comfortable.

Her hair, fixed in place with a lot of hairspray.

Purple also remembered that she was wearing pantyhose with a tummy control effect under her dress.

——How annoying, she didn’t want Alexander to see those ridiculous flesh-colored pantyhose at such a critical moment!

In short, Purple felt that everything was wrong; she wasn’t ready yet.

For her first time, Purple strived for perfection...

Alexander wrapped his arms around her waist and said with a smile, "Let’s shower together."

"No," Purple blushed and pushed him away, "Showering with you wastes too much water!"

She ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, her heart pounding like thunder.

It wasn’t until she heard no more sounds outside that her mood gradually calmed down. She brushed her teeth earnestly, bathed and scrubbed meticulously, her hair washed thoroughly, though not having time to dry it, hastily wiped it half-dry with a towel, and then came out wrapped in a bath towel.

Alexander was sitting on the bed waiting for her, surprisingly patient.

On the nightstand by his side was a bottle of liquor, with a wine glass filled halfway with seductively colorful wine.

Alexander pulled her into his arms and sat her down, feeding her a sip of wine.

"You seem very nervous, alcohol can give you courage," he said with a teasing, mischievous gaze, caressing her back leisurely with one hand. With a little force, the bath towel unraveled.

Purple, for some reason, suddenly hugged Alexander’s neck and buried her head in his shoulder and neck, her eyes tightly closed as though overwhelmed with shyness.

Heat flushed her cheeks, burning like fire.

Then, she felt herself being lifted, the bath towel slipping off completely, and Alexander placed her on the soft bed...

Alexander’s movements were gentle, treating her with meticulous patience.

Her breathing became increasingly disordered, gasping slightly, her whole being dazed and hesitant to open her eyes, subconsciously following his lead.

But as things became more urgent, Alexander lost control, and so did Purple.

During it all, she heard Alexander call her name, his voice very soft yet as if forcefully imprinting the name in his heart, engraving it in his bones.

Purple finally mustered the courage to open her eyes.

She saw fine beads of sweat sliding down his handsome cheek, and inexplicably, her heart went utterly soft.

"Alexander..." she hugged him tightly, feeling that everything was worth it.

It was worth this rebirth.

It was worth her loving him.

...

After it was over, they were both exhausted.

Alexander had been enduring with great difficulty, only daring to indulge a little towards the end. Despite his carefulness, Purple was still utterly worn out, tired to the point of collapse.

Looking back, she actually hadn’t exerted much effort; she was just like a frail young plant, flopped to the ground unable to stand after a thunderstorm and downpour.

That was how Purple felt then.

Alexander wiped her body and coaxed her to get up for dinner.

Purple was indeed a bit hungry but too tired, her body limp and without strength. She buried her head in the pillow and shook her head, her voice muffled in response, "I’ll eat later."

She lay in bed resting and unknowingly fell asleep. When she opened her eyes again, it was already eight o’clock at night.

Alexander lay beside her, his warm palm on her lower abdomen, deep in thought.

Realizing she was awake, Alexander smiled and playfully pinched her nose, saying, "Your physical fitness is too poor!"

After resting, Purple had regained her strength and replied forthrightly, "You’re the one who’s too much!"

"If I were too much, do you think you’d still be able to get up?" Alexander shamelessly pressed down on her, "Shall I be too much once more right now?"

He seemed never to feel ashamed of this sort of thing, but rather proud and a little cocky.

Purple couldn’t help laughing and crying, shoving his face away, "Move! I want to eat now!"

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