The man, who had been breathing heavily with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. The atmosphere around him had unknowingly become heated and ambiguous. He pressed his rose-colored thin lips tightly together, struggling to suppress the surge of desire in his lower abdomen, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "If you call me again with that sickly sweet voice, I can't guarantee you'll be able to get out of bed today!"
—If you call me again with that sickly sweet voice, I can't guarantee you'll be able to get out of bed today!
Enna Clark's face suddenly grew hot, her ears felt as if they had been scorched, and her whole body tightened, not daring to make a move.
Baron Lawrence breathed heavily, controlling his body's desires little by little... It took a full ten minutes before his breathing slowly calmed down.
Enna clearly saw his tense outline gradually relax and only then did she tentatively open her mouth, "I want to take my phone, can you let me go first?"
