He actually said she initiated this thing, and he suffered a bit?
Doesn’t he feel ashamed?
"President Hallow, let’s not do this. How can I make you suffer?" Charlotte Miller said softly, refusing the matter without a hint of emotion.
She initiated? Absolutely not, and also a bit embarrassed. Although the matter between men and women nowadays isn’t as taboo as it used to be, she isn’t unable to take the initiative or thinks it’s bad, she simply doesn’t know how. In this matter, she lacks a bit of natural inclination, and with a man like him, it’s impossible for a woman to initiate.
Atlas Hallow has always liked to control the initiative, because his desire for control is exceedingly strong. Such a man likes to control everything. If she were to lead the affair, he probably couldn’t be intensely fulfilled, right?
"Isn’t there an old saying: ’Suffering losses is a blessing’? Tonight, I’ll enjoy the blessing properly." Atlas Hallow patted Charlotte Miller’s charmingly protruding backside and pinched the supple surface. This little Spirit truly is a natural enchantress, and once you make contact, you never want to let go.
"Atlas Hallow, can you be a bit normal?" Charlotte Miller found that she really couldn’t communicate well with this man anymore. Just maintaining a gentle demeanor quickly became unsustainable, she wanted to get angry, wanted to hit him.
But she couldn’t beat this man at all, not even biting him a few times without feeling her teeth ache. This man’s skin is thick and tough, really not suitable for biting.
"What are you thinking? Why do you think I’m not normal?" Atlas Hallow’s fingers pinched Charlotte Miller’s fair chin, staring into her watery eyes, making sure she didn’t look away.
"Hmm, I really want to bite you, but your skin is so thick, I’m afraid I’ll break my teeth." Charlotte Miller answered Atlas Hallow’s question without thinking, because Atlas Hallow right now wasn’t dangerous at all. She could very accurately assess when to be cautious and when she could joke around.
"Then who do you want to bite? Jack Smith?" Atlas Hallow’s voice was deep and hoarse, with a hint of joking, while Charlotte Miller unknowingly chatted into danger.
"Him? He’s quite delicate, much more tender than you." Just after saying this, Charlotte Miller noticed that Atlas Hallow’s eyes had slowly darkened, like an ominous storm cloud at the edge of swallowing everything.
"I was just joking, don’t take it seriously..."
The man’s breath was cold and terrifying, Charlotte Miller spoke with a hint of tremble in her voice. She had thought too naively, or perhaps this man’s mood changed too quickly. One moment it was a bright sunny day, and the next it was already overcast.
"Joking, hmm?" The tone was light at the end, but it made one’s heart tremble, this was the most dangerous time. When Charlotte Miller tried to struggle up, she realized it was absolutely impossible. Atlas Hallow’s hand clamped her waist like a tiger’s grip, she couldn’t move at all, only able to smile wryly looking at the man’s gloomy face.
The buttons of the shirt were unfastened by his fingers, revealing large patches of snow-white skin with a tempting fragrance, like soft cheese. Atlas Hallow stared at that enticing skin, the deep ravines. His thin lips lightly grazed against the skin exuding a cold fragrance, and slowly said, "This is the most tender..."
His words fell upon her chest’s perfect solitude, Charlotte Miller dared not move or struggle, afraid that if she did, he would wreck her like a Beast.