Isabella moved her wrist, which was sore from his grip, and replied displeasedly, 'Don't get me wrong, I just want to put a blanket on you'

 

Andrew lightly pursed his thin lips, still staring at her without blinking, his gaze carrying a kind of penetrating depth.

 

'Concerned about me?' he said, pursing his firm lips, and a smirk played on the corners of his mouth.

 

Her cheeks reddened, and she struggled to climb down from him. 'Don't be presumptuous. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold and pass it on to Asher... Uh...'

 

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were forcefully sealed. In her mouth was a strong alcoholic...