Date with Me, Sugar Mama

Panting and dizzy, the killer fell to the ground. Steven in front of him moved slightly. Then he felt his breath held, since Steven grabbed him by the neck and lifted him a 80-kilogram man against the wall. "Any last words?" Steven smiled, his eyes glowing, like a wild animal that had finally borne his fangs and grabbed his prey by the throat.

But the killer was in a chokehold, unable to breathe, let alone speak. His face turn from red to purple, and his eyes were bloodshot, ghastly!

"Look out!" Suddenly, Viola called out.

Steven was slightly surprised and saw a flash of cold light. He immediately let go and ducked, but still failed to dodge. The dagger stuck straight into his arm!

Steven hissed, his calm face like covered with frost, and the killer, breathing heavily, crawled out of the garage. Moments later, the sound of the black car's engine faded away.

"Steven! Steven! Are you all right?" Viola, as early as the moment he was stabbed, had run downstairs.

Steven leaned against the wall and said weakly, "There is poison on the dagger..."

"Let's go to the hospital!" Viola's face went pale and she helped him walk to the garage.

"No, I know what to do."

Viola was frightened by his calmness, she asked, "What can you do?"

Steven laughed quietly, but Viola realized something was wrong, but he turned over and imprisoned her against the wall. When he bent over, his warm lip fluttered over her red lips like a dragonfly. "Well, that feels better." Steven laughed shamelessly.

It was only a shallow kiss, and even the duller could not tell what was happening, but the soft touch, like lightning, froze her in place.

For a while, Viola's shutdown brain finally rebooted, her heartbeat abnormally sped up, but she got her smile unexpectedly, "Go inside, I will deal with your wound."

Her smile dazzled Steven's eyes, and he was so happy that he followed her into the house without thinking.

Viola took out disinfection alcohol and gauze, took scissors to cut his expensive suit sleeve, the whole movement was gentle and slow.

However, when she picked up the bottle of disinfection alcohol, her eyes were sulky, and she pulled out the dagger and poured the alcohol onto the wound with a quick, precise and ruthless operation, just like Steven's fighting style.

No matter how shallow the wound was, the pain stimulated by a large amount of alcohol was unbearable. Steven, paralyzed by love, finally realized this girl was retaliating against him!

But fortunately, Steven was self-disciplined, and even though he was so embarrassed, he was still handsome and shining. He looked composed, except for the cold sweat on his forehead. He smiled at Viola, "I saved your life. Can't I have a kiss?"

"Saving me and taking advantage of me are two different things, and you should know this point."

Viola took out some tissue without raising her head, wiped off the alcohol that remained on his arm. She then pointed to the Persian carpet stained by blood and alcohol, "This carpet is very expensive, I give you an invoice, you have to compensate me."

"Ok, but," Steven paused, suddenly grabbed her wrist and stared at her. "How will you repay me for saving your life?"☐☐☐☐☐☐