Listening to the woman's coquettish voice and charming little expression, Walter Schmidt was completely captivated and couldn't help but lean a little closer to her.
"Yeah, what's up? Can't stand it anymore?" Emma Benson hugged his neck and leaned to his lips to speak. Her breath lingered around the man, truly testing his patience.
Walter understood she was doing it on purpose. The corners of his thin lips curved into a smile, and his slowly squinted eyes revealed a hint of mischief. He grasped her chin with one hand, gently caressing his fingers.
"Hmm, I can't stand it, what should I do?" The man's voice was hoarse, clearly tinged with desire, and his handsome face was devilishly charming, making hearts race.
Emma lifted her red lips, laughing heartily, as she continued stroking his face, "What should we do? It's been over three months, another three months and you'll be like a monk for half a year. What should you do... so pitiful. Tell me, will you die from burning desire?!"
