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Chapter 35 She Got Weak Hands Because of the Flirting

Chapter 35 She Got Weak Hands Because of the Flirting

Keith did not seem to mind being taken advantage of, he even asked her in a gentle and thoughtful way if she would like to see his naked upper body or if she would like to touch him.

Angelina's hand was already held by him and she had no strength to resist. So she let him lead her and gently touched the place where the button was unexpectedly unbuttoned by her.

Anyway, after this button was unexpectedly undone, his chest was revealed a little.

Whether she resisted or not, it seemed as if she was touching his bare chest.

Angelina had nowhere to hide, so she could only turn her head to look at the reflection in the car window.

Still, she could vaguely make out the profile of the man next to her.

She had a feeling that she was about to fall into his temptation.

But just before she was about to drown, Angelina forced herself to speak with reason and said, "Don't..."

Keith's warm breath splashed across her face and he looked at her with a half-smile, "Are you sure you don't want to?"

Angelina was restrained by the seat belt and had nowhere to escape.

But if she let him continue, she was afraid she would really lose control.

Angelina braced herself and pushed him a little on his chest by his force and weakly replied, "I don't want to touch you.

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Keith could even clearly feel the soft touch of her tender hand when she resisted, which was like a marshmallow that had no threatening effect on him.

He had sobered up a bit before. But this soft and sweet touch made him even more drunk, and he could no longer control his desire to hold her in his arms.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage and their breathing was intertwined.

During that time, they couldn't even tell whose breathing was heavier.

Finally, Keith couldn't stand to see her so nervous and scared, and he slowly let go of her wrist.

After she got her wrists free, Angelina was still blushing, feeling her heart beating fast and unable to calm down. She wanted to ignore this strong and overbearing man, but she just couldn't.

Keith lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low, hoarse voice with an indulgent tone, "Well, how about helping me button up?"

Angelina looked at him with a hint of complaint, as if asking why he wouldn't let her go and why he wouldn't leave.

Keith, of course, noticed her look and asked with a mysterious smile, "Well, Miss Jefferson, you unbuttoned my shirt, don't you want to take responsibility for that?"

Angelina was about to pull her hands away, but now she had to reach for his shirt. "Fine, I'll do it," she said.

Keith's breath became heavy as he chuckled softly and said, "You naughty girl.

Originally, Angelina had almost buttoned it. But because of his words, her hand shook a little and lost its grip on the button.

Angelina was completely caught up in the ambiguous atmosphere Keith had created. The situation was like a net around her. As long as she took a step forward into the trap he had set, she would be entangled in the net he had woven.

"You naughty girl..."

Keith's voice had sent Angelina's emotions back into chaos. She even felt that her hand was soft and she couldn't hold on to the button.

Keith only had a shirt on his upper body, so when Angelina moved back and forth, she inadvertently touched his chest.

Keith's eyes became deeper and deeper as he looked at the girl's white and tender face, and he still tried his best to reassure her with a gentle tone, "Don't be afraid.

But if Angelina listened carefully, she could hear that Keith's voice was much hoarser than usual.

Not only did Angelina feel captivated by the ambiguous flirting between them, but Keith as well.

Meanwhile, Angelina was still struggling with the uncooperative button that wouldn't button up no matter how many times she tried.

After several attempts, she went from embarrassed blushing to confused.

Why can't I button it? She thought to herself.

Does this button have a mind of its own?

Keith asked in a slow, deep, hoarse voice, "Would you like to try unbuttoning another button?"

Inexplicably, Angelina obeyed his words. Her fingers slowly moved up and touched the button above.

She touched the button lightly and it was undone.

She swore that she only touched the button, but it inexplicably released itself.

It was like a paranormal event!

Angelina didn't know what to say.

Keith asked with a smiling tone, "How about you try buttoning this one?"

Angelina followed his suggestion. However, when her fingertips touched the white button, she lost her grip on it as it slipped from her fingers.

When she finally caught the button, she still couldn't button it.

Angelina didn't know how to explain it. She seemed incapable of explaining it clearly.

She thought that no one would believe her if she told this story.

Especially since she had just undone another button and now she couldn't button either of them.

She felt her hands getting weaker and she didn't know how to hold on to these two buttons.

Angelina looked up at Keith, who was close by, and made a helpless plea in a soft voice, "Can I give you some money as compensation? You can find someone else to help you with the buttons..."

She couldn't button up because of her weak hands. She didn't know what was going on and felt very helpless.

Keith had only wanted to tease her and never expected the situation to turn out like this.

Seeing her helpless look, Keith instinctively raised his hand and gently touched her forehead.

Keith lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?"

The people he met tonight were his acquaintances, and he couldn't just leave this party.

But Keith was afraid that those negative comments on the Internet would affect Angelina, so he came to the set to be with her as soon as possible after drinking with his acquaintances.

So he definitely drank a lot of alcohol.

Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to leave so quickly.

Then, when he arrived at the set, he saw her chatting happily with a man he didn't know.

He felt jealous because of the alcohol, which made him want to talk to her more and get closer to her.

But when he saw her confused eyes and slightly weak hands, Keith began to sober up.

He crossed the line tonight.

When Angelina heard his apology, she felt ashamed.

She unbuttoned his shirt, but couldn't button it. And she did it twice...

She was so embarrassed!!

Keith raised his hands slightly and casually buttoned up with his slender fingers. And just like that, those two naughty buttons were fixed.

He didn't even have to look down when he buttoned his shirt.

So these two buttons had no free will.

They could be buttoned.

So the reason Angelina couldn't button them was because her hands were weak.

Maybe because Keith had distracted her and she had lost her train of thought, she was thinking slower than usual.

Angelina looked at his shirt, then slowly looked up at him and asked, "Should I pay you?"

Pay me to have someone else button my shirt? How did she come up with that strange logic? Keith laughed to himself.

Then, with a smile in his eyes, Keith asked in a low voice, "How much do you want to pay me?"

How much do you want to pay him? Angelina started to think about the question.

She just seemed to have accidentally taken advantage of him many times and touched his abs many times...

Just as Angelina was sorting out her untidy thoughts, a car suddenly rushed out in front of her smoothly moving car, without signaling and at high speed!

The driver didn't even have time to react and could only instinctively slam on the brakes.

The inertia of the sudden stop caused Angelina to lean forward.

Although she was wearing a seat belt, she bumped into Keith's arms and unconsciously wrapped her arms around his waist.

Her lips accidentally touched his skin...