He's mine l Lk adaptation

Chapter 62

The way he'd torn his tie off was too much. Lisa hugged his neck tightly. "Captain Jungkook, you're reacting overmuch, no?"

Jungkook didn't wait for her to finish speaking before harshly sucking her lips. The tip of his tongue forced its way in while the guy knelt between her legs, widening them effortlessly. His hands began moving around unceasingly, harsher than ever before. It hurt, but more than that Lisa felt shamefully comfortable.

This round, neither of them took off their clothes. The guy's black suit and the white sailor suit on the big bed really contrasted against each other.

After the first round, Lisa's eyes were red. The shirt had scrunched up and was super wrinkled; the skirt was still there but nothing beneath it was. The knee socks were still neatly on her legs. Her voice was hoarse, and one could hear the tears in them. "I'll never wear this again."

"Yeah." Jungkook was successfully roused by this soft complaint. Lightly biting the woman's earlobe, he said, "Next time we'll try something else."

Something like self-control had long since been tossed into an unknown place. Lisa was tortured for a while – at least these few days she finally saw some results and wasn't about to be unable to even get out of the bed like in the past.

After showering, she came out covered in hickeys. She angrily tossed that sailor suit with the socks into the bin.

The guy then had the mental capacity to ask, "Why did you cut your hair?"

She said, a little quietly, "For filming."

"What character."

"Female student, the cute and adorable kind."

Here, Lisa seemed to remember something. She walked over to the closet and tiptoed to retrieve the metal box from the top. She opened it – a pair of scissors and a comb revealed themselves.

Not regular scissors. It was an ornamented one, the kind used by hairdressers.

"I can cut a fringe!" Lisa smiled cunningly. "Do you want one too? I saw a boy on the street who had a short, small fringe, it's super adorable."

Jungkook raised a brow. "Boy? Adorable? When?"

"Today, when I went to do a spa with Jisoo."

Jungkook dragged her into his embrace and bit her cheek almost punishingly. It was white, soft and tasted great. "Looking at other boys behind my back, hmm?"

"Relax. There's no possibility between us – from the moment he called me auntie." Lisa laughingly went along with him. Afraid that her scissors would hurt him, she carefully put it aside and asked, "Are you cutting or not?"

"I'll cut." Jungkook took the scissors from her. "I'll help you cut."

Lisa didn't expect that after what she was trying to do, she put herself into this bind. She held the basin used to catch the hair and said worriedly, "Do you know how to? This is a hairstyle I need to film with."

"Yeah, I've cut for others in the army before."

Lisa got anxious. "It's a crew cut, could that be the same!"

"It's all hair, there's no difference." Jungkook steadied her little head with his hands. "Don't move, it'll be crooked."

After hearing that Lisa daren't move anymore. Even her breathing lightened.

Ten minutes later.

"Wa-a-a-a-a-a –" Lisa looked at the mirror and cried, "Pay me back my hair! Pay me back my hair!"

The person in the mirror had hair that was bumpy and irregular, the average length only a little above the eyebrow.

One word: Ugly.