Chapter 194: Weak Legs
James's long legs suddenly took a large stride, quickly closing the distance between them as his thin lips moved close to Mia's ear.
His warm breath brushed past, making the area behind Mia's ear burn even hotter.
She continued pretending not to hear.
Right now, she really regretted forgetting to wear her earphones when she came down this morning. If she had them, she wouldn't have to listen to James's "annoying" voice.
She ignored him, but James didn't mind.
He continued talking to himself.
"Mia, you were thinking about me last night too. Why didn't you call me?"
"If I'd known you were thinking about me so much you couldn't sleep, I wouldn't have taken that cold shower. I definitely would've driven straight over to see you."
"That way you wouldn't have been so uncomfortable thinking about me that you couldn't sleep, and I wouldn't have thought about you so much that even a cold shower didn't help. I could only rely on my right hand, working hard all night long..."
Mia, who had been trying so hard to treat James as invisible and act calm, finally couldn't take it anymore.
Her steady pace clearly missed a beat, and she stumbled slightly.
She quickly adjusted, returning to her normal rhythm.
Taking a deep breath without showing it.
"My wrist is still sore."
James held his beautiful right hand in front of Mia's eyes, wiggling his five fingers, even adding a sharp intake of breath for effect.
"James, if you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I'll glue your mouth shut!"
So he can never talk again!
Mia was so angry she could have a heart attack!
She turned her head, furious, shooting him a fierce glare, warning him with her eyes to stop talking nonsense!
How did he become so shameless!
Although there weren't many people on the residential walkway on Saturday morning, and he deliberately kept his voice low.
But these extremely private things—he might have the nerve to say them outside, but she didn't have the nerve to listen, okay?
Watching Mia speed up and run ahead, the breeze gently blowing past, revealing her jade-like earlobe.
His favorite spot to nibble on was already bright red without him even biting it.
Standing in place, James laughed softly.
James naturally understood the principle that going too far is as bad as not going far enough.
Next, James finally did as Mia wished and shut his mouth.
He just followed behind her at a leisurely pace.
But while his mouth was closed, his eyes still wouldn't let her go.
His gaze had such a strong presence that Mia found it hard to ignore.
When they were alone together, he often looked at her with this overly direct gaze.
Sometimes, he could set her on fire with just his eyes.
Right now, James behind her was looking at her with exactly that kind of gaze.
In broad daylight, she had the feeling he was undressing her with his eyes.
Mia was completely speechless.
She tried hard to ignore the gaze behind her.
Kept telling herself to ignore it, ignore it.
First lap, second lap.
She kept running until she completed four laps, then slowly stopped, her breathing unsteady.
Panting lightly, she walked inside, entering the building entrance and habitually heading for the stairs.
She usually climbed the stairs after her run, trying to regulate her breathing as she went up step by step.
After climbing just a few steps, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.
The moment she heard the footsteps, Mia immediately thought of James.
She had been so focused on her run, trying not to be affected by him, that she'd actually forgotten about him.
If she'd known, she wouldn't have chosen to take the stairs.
Thinking about James, who was now shamelessly flirty beyond bounds, Mia had no confidence in his so-called bottom line.
The old James might not have cornered her in the stairwell, but the current him—she wasn't so sure...
Thinking this, her pace quickened, wanting to get home faster.
But she had just finished four laps and hadn't recovered yet, so lifting her legs was difficult.
She had just reached the second floor and climbed one step when James had already caught up from behind.
Those four laps were just an appetizer for him—his breathing wasn't even irregular.
He pressed up from behind, his large hand reaching forward to block her path.
Mia's back hit the wall as James trapped her in his arms.
One hand gripped her chin as he lowered his head and kissed her directly.
Her legs were already weak, and after a deep kiss, they were even weaker.
She was completely supported by James's arm hooked around her waist.
Just as she caught her breath and tried to push him away, "James!"
His kiss chased after her again, "Want to have sex with me?"
This time, Mia's legs went even weaker, and she couldn't stand at all.
James's arm circled around her, easily lifting her slender, petite body, kissing her while walking upward.
She lived on the eighth floor.
James just carried her like this, easily walking from the second floor to the eighth floor.
"Mia, open the door—"
Standing at the door, his thin lips fell by her ear, his husky, deep voice sounding in her ear.
He said to let her open the door, but James clearly couldn't wait.
Holding her with one arm, he used his other hand to get the keys, opened the door, carried her inside, hooked his long leg, and the door closed behind them.
James pressed her against the door and kissed her again.
James's kisses grew deeper and deeper.
The fire that had been stirred up in Mia's body since last night, which she'd been forcefully suppressing, was completely ignited by him.
Her arms circled around his neck, actively responding.