The temperature in the room was slowly rising.
Clothes on both their bodies were getting scarcer and scarcer.
Accompanied by passion and excitement, ties, socks, underwear... were carelessly discarded on the floor...
He and she returned to that primal state of bare, naked honesty...
...
...
Elsewhere.
In Lucy Candler's room.
The light was on.
Winny Johnsons was still inside, ever since they finished dinner, she had dragged Lucy to her room and wouldn't let her leave.
As a result, Lucy's plan to wait in the living room to see Mr. Gong and Miss Jiang return had become impossible.
In the bedroom.
There wasn't much for them to do.
They were just watching a Korean romance soap opera on TV, drooling over the male lead's 360-degree flawless face. Winny, for some reason, inexplicably projected a certain person into it...
That person was now in this villa.
Even more refined and handsome than the male lead on TV.
