"Come on, that doesn't count, let's do it again!"
He stared intensely at her drunken, hazy expression, his voice deep and seemingly filled with alcohol.
Chloe subconsciously tried to pull back her chin, but he held it firmly, refusing to let go.
"Come on, that doesn't count, kiss me again," Damon insisted.
Chloe frowned slightly, not looking very happy.
She should be really pissed off!
She kissed him abruptly, as if in retaliation, her teeth hitting the corner of his lips, causing a sharp pain.
Then, Chloe lay back in his arms, found a comfortable position, and didn't move.
Damon licked the inside corner of his lip with his tongue, tasting the strong, bloody flavor.
He was quite satisfied with the result.
However, it didn't take long for Damon to start feeling discontent again.
This woman, does she not know who she's dealing with when she's drunk?
Would she do whatever anyone asked of her?
What if it wasn't him today?
He frowned.
This woman seemed too easy to take advantage of when she was drunk!
He was silent for a while, then looked down at the sleeping Chloe in his arms and asked seriously,
"Chloe, do you know who I am?"
Chloe stirred in his arms, seemingly mumbling to herself.
"Damon..."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Damon laughed silently.
"Yeah."
"You're so noisy."
"…" The car fell into a long silence.
After a while, Damon suddenly chuckled quietly.
He was noisy?
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