Chapter 82. I Am a Neat Freak

Penelope was stunned for a moment and looked at him, "You...."

"The first time I met you in New York, you attracted my attention."

When he first met her, she had been playing and laughing with her friends. She had been active and attractive, like a star glimmering in the crowd.

She looked like she had lost in love, but she didn't cry or feel desperate. Instead, she waved her bottle and laughed. It seemed that she was heartless.

He glanced at the friends around her and understood the purpose of her fake smile.

When she got drunk and fell down on him, he was erect instantly. Especially when she looked up and apologized smilingly, he almost couldn't help but kiss her.

Love begins with sex, this is true.

Penelope raised her eyebrows; her fingers slipped from his chest to his chin and then to his cheeks. "So, for the first time, you premeditated?"

"It can't be said as premeditated. I just didn't repel." He pressed his body on her.