The scene in the room was so dirty, Adrian Law didn't want such things to pollute his young wife's eyes.
The man's large hand dominantly yet indulgently covered the girl's lashes.
Cecilia Vaughn's long lashes slightly trembled, feeling the warmth of Adrian Law's palm, and her heart warmed, like the abrupt thawing of spring waters in March.
"Alright, I won't look, but then you can only look at me."
Adrian Law gently curled his lips, his heart sweetened by his wife's possessiveness.
"Silly Cecilia, even if the door was closed, I could have guessed the scene inside. Why sully your eyes?"
The man softly lowered his head, whispering gently in Cecilia Vaughn's ear, his deep, elegant, cello-like magnetic voice almost more enticing than the touch of a feather.
Cecilia Vaughn's cheeks instantly flushed red.
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Unlike the warm scene between the two of them, the classmates staring at room C011 almost wanted to vomit their dinner!
