"Hmm, it's not your fault, it's mine." Harrison Yale squeezed out a sentence from his thin lips, his voice eerie.
Emma Aiden hadn't yet had the chance to be happy, having given her first time to the person she loved, when she suddenly felt a chill down her spine, an illusion of a cold wind blowing from behind her.
The next second, she was lifted horizontally by Harrison Yale.
He turned and strode toward the Bed.
"Harry, I haven't taken a shower yet..."
"No hurry, you'll have to shower again later anyway." Harrison Yale threw her onto the Bed and leaned down.
He gave her more than enough experience personally!
Emma Aiden: "..."!!!
By the time someone was satisfied, Emma Aiden hadn't taken the shower and was already so exhausted that she curled up in the Quilt and fell into a deep sleep.
Harrison Yale just reached out to hold her, and in her sleep, Emma Aiden scooted even closer to the edge of the Bed, mumbling, "No more... I'm so tired..."
