"Alright, don't cry anymore, okay?"
He was so tender, speaking as he kissed her soft, delicate lips again, gently holding and sucking them.
Eva Nightingale was bewildered by him.
Huh? Why did he suddenly become nice again?
His lips still had that wonderful scent, the clear and magnetic hormones spreading in her mouth, feeling so comfortable, making her entire body tingle.
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After drying her hair, she wrapped herself in a towel, and he picked her up completely, placing her on the big bed.
He just held her like that and slept.
She wanted to look up at him, but unexpectedly, he dominantly pressed her head into his chest, not allowing her to lift her head, just like that... letting her face tightly press against his chest.
His chest was a bit hard.
"What's wrong? Hmm?" For some reason, he couldn't stand seeing her cry, whenever she cried, he wanted to comfort her, her tears pained his heart.
So, he wanted to win her over, to make her his one and only.
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