Sienna Johnson slept until noon, skipping breakfast.
The delicate skin on her chest was chafed, and even with ointment, it still hurt. Sienna really felt like giving Adrian Desmond a good beating.
"Good afternoon, my beautiful wife."
In the dressing room, Adrian hugged Sienna from behind, resting his chin in the crook of her neck. The pose was intimate, and he gazed at her reflection in the mirror with tender eyes, smiling sweetly.
"Beast!" Sienna cursed.
"Bite me a few times, let off some steam..." Adrian offered his arm to Sienna's lips, "Go ahead, don't hold back, bite hard, even if you take out a chunk, it will grow back anyway."
"Adrian, do you know what this is?"
"What?"
"Knowing your mistakes and correcting them, only to repeat them."
Adrian knew he had lost control the night before, and he sincerely apologized, "I didn't think it through. I thought using oil would be fine, but who knew your skin was so delicate."
