Ashton Heath thought with a stern face, Joanna Lawrence... she’s probably just pretending, right?
Just as he was about to lock his phone, there was a "ding" from his Twitter.
Ashton Heath didn’t have many contacts on Twitter.
Hearing the notification sound, he opened his Twitter.
When he clicked in, there was a new message in the group chat.
This group chat was created by Yannick Luther, and there were only five people in it.
Him, Yannick Luther, Frank Parker, Denver Lancaster, and Rebecca Kelloway.
Ashton Heath usually couldn’t be bothered with group chats, after all, eight out of ten times he clicked in, it was just Yannick Luther entertaining himself in the group.
Feeling a bit irritated right now, he casually clicked in to have a look.
He then saw that Yannick Luther had unexpectedly thrown a short video into the group, and the video showed a man and a woman in the act of XX.
There was also a line of text above the video: XX 18 moves.
Before Ashton Heath could see the specific positions in the video, Yannick Luther jumped out and "recalled" the video.
YannickV: Sorry, sent by mistake.
Had it been any other day, if Ashton Heath saw Yannick Luther post such videos, he would scold him.
He stared at the "recalled" message in the group chat for a while, hesitated for a few seconds, then tapped on Yannick Luther’s avatar to chat privately with him: What’s going on with the video you just sent?
YannickV: Ashton, don’t curse me, it really was a mistake this time. I’ve already recalled it.
Ashton Heath: Send me the video you just recalled.
YannickV: ?? Ashton, what do you want it for?
Ashton Heath: None of your business, just send it over.
YannickV: (Horrified face) No way, Ashton. You always used to hate me sending these little videos, why have you changed now? Are you really my Ashton? Send me a voice message so I can hear.
Ashton Heath looked at this reply, pursed his lips, wanting to reach through the screen to grab Yannick Luther and beat him up.
Instead of sending a voice message, he directly called Yannick Luther.
"Ashton?" Yannick Luther answered immediately on the other side.
"Send that video immediately."
Ashton Heath’s dangerously threatening tone was the last thing he said before hanging up the phone.
YannickV: Holy shit, Ashton, it really is you. I never even dreamt of a day when you’d ask me for such videos. I’ll send the video to you right away, Ashton. By the way, not only do I have that video, but also many rare and valuable films. Do you want them?
YannickV: If you want them, I’ll send them to you all together.
YannickV: They’re absolutely classic, already out of print. There are many moves in them, I guarantee you’ll be thrilled when you watch... Hehehe.
Through the screen, Ashton Heath could imagine how lewd Yannick Luther’s expression would be while typing these words.
Of course, he knew what kind of films Yannick Luther was talking about.
Before, Yannick Luther had sent some to him, but he didn’t even click on them, just deleted them right away.
Those scenes of men and women XXing would make him feel disgusted.
In more severe situations, he would even feel nauseous enough to vomit.
Especially a woman’s naked body, it looked very disgusting to him.
The only one who wouldn’t disgust him or cause a physical rejection was Joanna Lawrence.
That night, she was wearing a red dress, soaking in a bathtub filled with water. The water soaked her body, the dress was clinging tightly to her tempting body curves.
Until now, thinking of that scene, his body would still heat up instantly.
Ashton Heath’s instinct was to refuse.