Chapter 23

"No, she doesn't need anything," Miran says from behind her. "Anything from you, that is."

Kim turned back at him, and she gave a smile.

"Who?" The waiter gets interrupted by her.

"There is, my love," she wrapped her hands around his waist, pulling him closer.

"You're drunk?" He clenches his teeth.

"I'm not," she kissed his chest.

"That's enough." he helped her up.

"Stop it!" She says, pushing him back. Her dress was exposed.

"Kimimela?" He moved closer to her.

"Why do you always say I'm yours, yet, you abandon me to myself?" she chuckles, with her eyes half closed.

"Because you're mine!" He placed her over his shoulders, taking her away.

"Leave you for two hours, and you get drunk?" Miran complained, taking off her heels.

"Why are you torturing me?"