This kiss was lingering and ambiguous.
The room was filled with an atmosphere of romance.
The dazzling neon lights outside the window shone through the vintage curtains, casting light on the man's deeply handsome face, making it even more three-dimensional.
Carla Carr was kissed to the point of suffocation.
Oh my god.
The domineering, possessive man in front of her, was he really the rumored... distant from women, only interested in men, Admiral?
In the past, Carla and Eva Nightingale had joked many times about how to straighten him out, how to sleep with him, even thinking of drugging methods.
But she hadn't expected... at that time, she couldn't straighten him out at all!
Just one accident, he came to China, and the two of them muddled through...
"Mmph, Alexander Kingsley, enough! Quickly, let go of me!"
"Let's take a bath together." His tone was commanding.
"Why... no!" Who wanted to bathe with him?
