"You want?" Asher Land snorted coldly, removing her small hand.
"If any man were standing in front of you right now, would you want him too?"
"No, it's not..." She shook her head desperately, feeling as if her brain couldn't think straight, "It's not..."
She cried like a pear blossom in the rain, this medicine was really pushing her to the brink of collapse, she felt like she was about to die, so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.
She couldn't care less, stood on tiptoe, her small hands climbing around his neck, and softly pressed her lips against his.
Without much thought, Asher Land pushed her away, picked her up, and threw her on the bed.
Sophie Smith looked at him with innocent, pitiful eyes, making him feel restless and chaotic inside.
"You want it, right? I'll give it to you now."
His long fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one, staring at the enchanting woman on the bed, his eyes tinged with lust.
He pressed her beneath him, his gaze carrying a hint of coldness.
