Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

As soon as they got inside the car, Alexander Summers began kissing her.

“Alexander Summers! You jerk, we’re at school!” Purple squirmed in anger.

She knew it, Alexander Summers was behaving indecently again!

“We’re outside the school now.” Alexander caught her pale wrist and pressed her into the leather seat.

His voice was particularly low and husky, carrying a certain emotion: “Purple, don’t keep denying me, you know my temper.”

Purple caught on, was he upset because she hadn’t let him kiss her in the grove just now?

“You… how can you be so petty?” Purple stared at him in surprise.

Alexander Summers bit her neck, causing slight stings.

“Calling me over ought to come with a reward, you can’t just send me away after a few words… Purple, I gave up two percentage points in order to come here sooner.” Alexander’s hand slipped under her clothes, he chuckled quietly, “Hmm, the food at school isn’t bad, you’ve put on some weight.”

A blush heated up Purple’s rosy cheeks, crimson as the sunrise.

“Bastard.” She continued to curse him, but her curse wasn’t as cold as usual, it was somewhat soft instead.

Alexander Summers was extracting his interest from Purple.

Not abiding by reason, and with a bit of savagery, he looked like he was going to swallow her whole and alive.

Purple hit him, cursed him, struggled with him. She was panting from exhaustion, and in the end, hit Alexander weakly in anger.

She was almost dead tired.

All sweaty.

Perhaps it was due to exhaustion, or maybe because she was sure Alexander wouldn’t harm her, her resistance gradually weakened and seemed a bit indulgent.

Men are apparently innately sensitive to such things, knowing exactly the differences between coyness, staunch resistance, and passive acceptance.

Sensing the compliance of the girl in his arms, Alexander’s previous disappointment was inexplicably filled.

He feasted on her.

Afterwards, he held Purple in his arms, the two of them nestled quietly in the car.

Purple dozed off in his embrace…

She had been staying up late to study every day recently and was very sleepy. Although skipping grades wasn’t hard for her, Purple had fully prepared herself to make sure nothing would go wrong.

She had barely finished her exams for the day and hadn’t had a chance to rest yet when Alexander had dragged her into his car and tired her out. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.

Alexander curved his fingers, gently caressing her small face. The touch was soft and tender, tracing along her jawline, down to her cool, thick hair, stroking strand by strand, winding around and around.

Alexander felt content.

He closed his eyes and began to nap as well.

Purple must have slept for about half an hour.

She opened her eyes and saw Alexander next to her, his eyes slightly closed, his expression serene and gentle. Every line on his handsome face was relaxed, and his thin lips held a faint smile.

I wonder what kind of nice dream he is having?

Purple pondered.

Alexander had awakened too.

Their eyes met, and Purple felt a little uneasy. She turned away and silently buttoned up her shirt.

Alexander sat up.

Purple was startled and forcefully slapped his hand away, “What are you trying to do now?!”

Alexander chuckled, “Why are you so nervous? You fastened the buttons wrong. I just wanted to help.”

Purple:”…”

Alexander released her hand, undid the incorrectly fastened buttons, and readjusted them. “You’re so weak, and yet, you still want to compete with me. I don’t understand why,” he said calmly.

He teased that Purple’s resistance was just a waste of energy.

Purple bit her lip, unusually not losing her temper. She asked seriously, “Alexander, why do you always bully me? Can’t two people…. have a proper conversation?”