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She didn’t even know how ‘appetizing’ she looked right now, her fair chest simply couldn’t be covered by her arms, and her pale, delicate groove turned pink with shyness. There was a fresh hickey on her slender neck, her eyes cast down, her eyelashes trembling and her face flushed, she looked both eager and shy, unable to meet anyone’s gaze, as if inviting them for a taste, resisting yet welcoming…
Baron Lawrence’s hawk-like eyes were tightly locked on her delicate neck, his pupils getting darker and more mysterious…
Which idiotic nerve in his brain made him let this woman change clothes in front of him.
And this fool, didn’t she know that he had no self-control in front of her? She even dared to tease him !
Baron Lawrence completely forgot that it was he who had just threatened Enna, saying that if she didn’t undress, he would do it for her. He pushed all his desires onto Enna, and then carried the newly-dressed little woman by her waist into a nearby room…
Enna, tossed and turned from the torment, finally lacked the strength to continue and passed out.
The next day, the morning sun shone in through the window, and Enna, half-awake, turned over, immediately feeling an ache in her waist and back. She frowned, unwillingly moving her eyes and slowly opening them.
A close-up of a handsome face.
Smooth skin, even better than a woman’s.
Those beautiful black eyes fixed on her, she didn’t know how long he had been watching her.
Last night’s passionate scene flooded her mind, and Enna’s face flushed, instantly waking her up. She reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth, “Baron Lawrence, did I drool?”
“You did, you grind your teeth and snore, and your sleeping posture is terrible!” His words said disgusted, but his eyes were full of happiness.
Was it possible that she really drooled, ground her teeth and snored?
How did she not know about these issues before?
Bobby had never mentioned anything before either.
Seeing her taking it seriously, Baron Lawrence watched her really trying to wipe the corner of her mouth and looking confused when she found no drool.
That expression made him want to press her down on the bed again and love her fiercely!
=p>He was never one to deny himself, especially when he was in bed. His pupils darkened, and he pressed the little woman who had just woken up under him, looking down at her, “Stop wiping, there is no drool on your face.”
She slept very quietly, maintaining her position all night. She was quiet and still, neither grinding her teeth nor snoring.
It was just that she looked too cute when she woke up, so he couldn’t help but tease her.
As a result, she successfully ignited his flames.
“You lied to me?” How childish was he!
In fact, it was meaningless for her to consider how childish a man was in bed, just like evaluating what to eat for lunch while under a lion.
He deceived her unapologetically, “So what if I did? I’m going to ‘eat’ you!”
The tickling sensation from her neck, his short hair scratching her skin making her itch. Enna’s face turned red as she pushed him away and whispered, “Baron Lawrence, stop it, it’s already daylight.”
“So what?” When did making love differentiate between day and night! As long as he was happy, he could do it anytime!
The tickling sensation moved from her neck to her collarbone.
Enna bit her lip hard, afraid that she would inadvertently moan, her hands pressed against his chest, refusing to cooperate, “Doctor, doctor, it’s time to help me check-up….”