As soon as Laura Quincy touched Jason Hawthorne's body, she instinctively nestled closer to him, as if clinging to a lifeline...
Jason Hawthorne's body tensed up; he certainly wanted to take the woman in his arms then and there, but once she sobered up, she would surely blame him.
Thinking of this, he held back.
In the bathroom.
Even under the cold shower, Laura Quincy still felt hot. She couldn't care less about being soaked and directly hugged Jason Hawthorne nearby, murmuring, "Hot... I'm so hot..."
Jason Hawthorne's lips twitched hard several times—soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms, he was no saint!
He immediately pushed away Laura's head that was rubbing against him, "Laura, do you see clearly who I am? Are you sure you really want this?"
Laura looked at him with dazed eyes, looking particularly aggrieved, half biting her lower lip, "I... feel so hot, so uncomfortable..."
Her voice was soft, carrying the playful charm of a little woman.
