MY LITTLE SWEET WIFE (3)

Chapter 527 - I'm Rosé

[This is an adaptation, this story is not mine. The credits goes to the original writer. Please do not vote!]

Rosé knew that if Jisoo wasn't drunk, he wouldn't treat her like this. The wind was blowing quietly and he moved his face close to hers. Rosé quickly put the mineral bottle in her hand onto the ground and took two steps back.

With a frown, she said, "Stop talking nonsense, quickly rinse your mouth. You vomited so much just now, it's so stinky!"

Jisoo actually didn't eat that much at the banquet. He only had alcohol in his stomach, and all he could drink was liquor, so there was no smell. But upon hearing her words, he obediently rinsed his mouth with the mineral water.

After rinsing, he returned the half-empty bottle to Rosé and asked with a sigh, "Still smells bad?"

With a headache, Rosé pushed him an arm's length away. Besides the smell of alcohol, he also had the familiar smell of someone who had once possessed him.

As the cold wind blew, Rosé looked down at the time. It's already late. She faintly sighed and turned to see Jisoo laughing next to her. She slowly tugged his arm. "Are you okay entering the hotel by yourself?"

As if he didn't understand what she was saying, Jisoo just stared at Rosé and smiled.

He was staring at her until she felt a little scared.

Rosé immediately scolded him, "Don't look at me like that! I'm not Kelsey and not like the other girls around you! You can enter the hotel by yourself. I will leave now."

After saying that, she turned around, opened the car door, and entered the car.

Jisoo turned his head and looked at her. Suddenly, he smiled and waved his hand. "Have a pleasant journey ~"

Rosé's head almost hit the steering wheel. She looked at the man who was in a good mood after drinking too much and had a desire to rip his mask off. She resisted the urge, started the car, and left.

When she was five meters from the hotel, her foot immediately stepped on the brake. In the rearview mirror, she saw Jisoo still standing there. It looked like he didn't intend to enter the hotel.

Sigh.

Rosé had brought him here with her car, and his car wasn't here, or at the hotel, so the current Jisoo was no different than a tramp standing on the side of the road.

Rosé backed the car and stopped in front of him. She looked at him silently.

When Jisoo saw that she had returned, he raised his hand and waved at her. "Hi ~ We meet again!"

Rosé: "...."

Rosé wanted to cry, but she didn't have the tears.

She got off the car and tugged him by the sleeve, pulling him towards the hotel.

Jisoo did not fight but obediently followed. "Where are we going?"

Rosé ignored him and dragged him to the receptionist counter. The staff just glanced at them.

Rosé asked for a luxury suite with a better environment. Jisoo usually lives in this type of suite. After taking the card, she helped him get into the elevator.

After entering the elevator, his hand was still on her shoulder. Rosé mentally planned to push him hard when they entered the room, then slammed the door and left. She really couldn't stand this guy's drunken state! He looked so happy and innocent!

Jisoo, who was usually dominant in handling something, suddenly turned into a wretched little baby.

When they reached the door, Rosé took out a room card and opened it. After opening the door, she pushed Jisoo inside. After that, it didn't matter if he slept on the carpet or found a bed, she didn't care anymore.

However, when she was about to leave, Jisoo suddenly grabbed her wrist. Rosé was unaware of this, so when he grabbed her, she quickly fell into the room with him. The door closed automatically and she felt a dull ache in her back.

"Ah ..." She cried out in pain before gritting her teeth in hatred and raising her hand to push him away.

Was he really drunk, or was he just pretending to be? And he even knew how to use her as a meat pad!

It was so painful!

"Jisoo." Rosé shouted angrily and forcibly pushed him away, "Get up!"

However, he just lay there on top of her without moving. Just as when Rosé wanted to push him away, Jisoo suddenly got up and covered her lips with his.

The thunderous kiss stunned Rosé, who was caught off guard.

After all these years of unrequited love, with a heart full of hesitation and coldness, she had never thought that he would take the initiative to kiss her.

For so many years, no matter how close they were, it was always an intimate act between friends. Rosé, who was always careful and meticulous in her actions, remained impatient until she turned into a petrified fossil.

His kiss became softer and softer at first, then deeper. In the dim and dark room, on the soft carpet, Rosé's back was still sore, but the man on top of her continued to surround her thoughts.

When she came back to her senses, Jisoo had already tugged on her clothes, his slender fingers slowly moving around her body.

Rosé shivered as Jisoo tore her blouse at the same time, and cold air attacked her upper body. She knew he was drunk and didn't know who she was. Feelings of shame and anger appeared in her heart, and she immediately turned her face away to avoid his kiss while at the same time raising her hands to protect her chest.

But Jisoo's hand didn't stop. Since Rosé turned her face away, he just lowered his head to kiss her neck.

Rosé couldn't figure out what she was feeling right now. The person who pressured her was the man she had loved for eight or nine years. That kind of warmth was something she secretly hoped for and even imagined in her heart, but she could clearly tell that he was just drunk.

Rosé suddenly raised her hand, pushed his head away, and struggled to get up, but Jisoo's body was pressed hard against hers, not giving her a chance to escape. His lips moved again, but this time, it covered her lips, and his wet tongue slid in.

"Kim. Jisoo!" Rosé twisted her body so hard that it was impossible to predict in the darkness how red she was right now. She had lived for more than twenty years, especially in an environment like this in the United States. Sometimes, due to some Western etiquette, it was normal for her to give a man a light kiss.

She sighed and desperately tried to cover her lips with her hands. Her voice was a bit hoarse as she struggled to say, "Wake up! Look carefully. I'm Rosé!"

Jisoo's eyes were very dark, very deep, like ink, and at that moment, they also looked like a lifeless abyss, causing one to be unable to refrain from shivering.

Because she was Rosé, even if he were drunk, he would recover his senses instantly and refused to have any intimate actions or relationships with her, right?

Rosé just lay there stiffly, looking at his expression. Jisoo was still holding her in the same position as before, but he didn't kiss her anymore. He seemed to be looking at her through the moonlight, looking at her seriously.

Rosé didn't hide but stared into his eyes. She wanted to see through him. Seeing the real him.

'Jisoo, what kind of person are you exactly?'

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