Someone like Philip Shaw being afraid of insects is truly unexpected.
But on the other hand, it shows that some biological instincts are something humans, no matter how strong, cannot overcome.
When he was young and training alone outside, I really wonder how he survived.
Aldana Candi was feeling wistful while trying to wriggle her way out of Philip Shaw's embrace.
He started getting handsy again.
Just a moment ago, he was vomiting like a drowned rat, but as soon as he recovered, he showed his true colors again. She really admired him.
His cold, water-soaked lips kissed her nape, his face was still wet with droplets, and his eyelashes were damp, brushing against the skin on the side of her neck like little brushes; only his breath was hot, blowing on the skin he had just kissed with his chilly lips, the alternating cold and hot making her goosebumps stand up high involuntarily.
