Crossley Gibson buried her head in his chest, laughing, her shoulders shaking continuously. Ose Owen squinted, lowered his head, and from this angle, he could just see the woman's chest.
Her shirt was not properly worn yet, hanging at her elbows, her fragrant-shoulder-half-exposed. The round shoulders and fair, delicate skin boldly tempted the man's gaze.
In an instant, a hint of blood tinted his eyes. Ose Owen lifted her chin and kissed her unceremoniously...
Since she was the one who started it, she couldn't blame him for being merciless...
"Mr. Owen..." But just as their lips were about to meet, there was a knock on the door. It was Butler Fang, whose gentle nature seemed to make his voice carry a hint of laughter.
Ose Owen paused, turned his head towards the door. "What is it?"
"Hehe..." Crossley Gibson looked at the man's cooling face and the flushed eyes, laughed lightly, and reached out to push him away.
