Your Love Is My Weapon

Arya looked up and saw a tall figure moving slowly this way, so familiar.

This face...

Xavier's face gradually became clearly.

Why was he here?

She rubbed her head hard. She remembered that she was calling Jacob. Did she dial the wrong number?

Arya was in a daze, and her eyes were shrouded in darkness, invisible oppression was sweeping upon her. Arya shrank slightly, not knowing whether it was cold or because of Xavier's gloomy face. Jacob had already picked Bridget up from the other side, and Bridget was already drunk to the unconscious.

Xavier glanced at him. "Take good care of her."

Jacob nodded. “I will."

Jacob was just about to leave when Xavier stopped him. "Can you settle the conflicts at home in the future?”

Xavier knew that Jacob and Bridget didn't have feelings for each other before. It was inevitable for them to have friction when they suddenly lived together. But Xavier wanted the two to solve this kind of thing on their own.

Jacob didn't think they were in conflict and paused before saying, "We're fine. She just wanted to go out and hang around today.”

Xavier's hand on Arya paused slightly. His eyes darted towards Jacob. "Too happy, so drunk like this?"

"I have to go." Jacob hugged Bridget and disappeared quickly.

Arya pushed Xavier and tried not to let him hold her. "I'm not drunk.”

The corner of Xavier's eyes twitched slightly. She was talking nonsense.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol that encouraged her. Arya said what she didn't dare to say to Xavier when she was sober. "Xavier... I hate you!"

She could just say it, but she even pushed him to keep him away.

Xavier narrowed his eyes and held her up by her waist. When Arya tried to break free, he hugged her even tighter. It was really uncomfortable to be shackled. Arya couldn't move and her delicate face crumpled into a ball.

Something rolled up in her stomach and she wanted to vomit.

Xavier put her on the side of the road and patted her back slightly. "Uncomfortable?"

Arya didn't want to speak. Her stomach and throat were uncomfortable.

"No vomiting?"

Arya shook her head.

Xavier carried her into the car, lowered the seat a little, and let her lie half down so that she could be more comfortable.

Xavier bypassed the car and got into the driver's seat, then started the car.

Arya was moving restlessly.

"Uh-huh, I'm so thirsty.”

Xavier used one of his hands to touch her face. "Wait a minute.”

At this time, the supermarket was closed and they had to go home.

"Uncomfortable... Thirsty.” Arya followed Xavier's hand and leaned over, grabbing Xavier's collar. "I'm thirsty.”

Xavier grabbed her hand and comforted her. "Be good. We'll be home soon.”

Arya twisted her body, leaned over, and reached out to touch Xavier's neck.

Xavier bit her finger. Couldn't she be quiet?

Arya felt her head was swelling and her throat was burning with alcohol. She clearly felt the water, but she couldn't drink it.

She leaned over and looked for his lips.

Xavier turned the steering wheel with one hand and parked the car on the side of the road.

At this moment, Arya's body was leaning over here. Xavier tugged at his collar and comforted her patiently. "Be good. Let's go home. I'll give you anything you want."

"I'm thirsty.”

She didn't want anything. She just wanted water.

Well, that was it. By now, Arya's lips had accurately covered Xavier's.

But it was different!

"I want water."

Her voice was low and soft, a little aggrieved. Xavier stared at her and felt hot all over...

"Be honest, okay? We're on the main road..."

Stop torturing him.

What if he couldn't control himself?