Marsh Smith thought of this and his mood turned gloomy.
He took a sip of his drink, sighed, and said, "Ava, don't think too much, Amelia will never be with me."
He was blind to her presence when she chased him, and now it's too late to turn back.
Ava Wright observed Marsh Smith's mood and felt jealous, but her face was full of comfort: "Marsh, come, let's have a drink, I toast to you."
Marsh Smith picked up the red wine and drank a large gulp in melancholy.
They continued like this, back and forth, until the wine glasses were gradually emptied.
Marsh Smith's gaze started to wander, and feeling hot, he unbuttoned two buttons on his collar.
Ava Wright got up, walked to Marsh Smith, and said in an enticing tone, "If you're hot, Marsh, you can take off your clothes, there's no one else here anyway."
Marsh Smith didn't respond, lost in his thoughts.
Ava Wright approached, placing her fingers on Marsh Smith's buttons to help undo them.
