"Shut up. I work out a lot, okay?" Rodney scoffed.
On the way back, soft music was playing in the car.
Due to the incense she had inhaled earlier, Freya could no longer hold up her eyelids any longer.
Once they arrived at Brighton Gardens, Rodney turned on the lights and turned around to find that she had fallen asleep. Her thick long hair covered half her face, and the remaining half revealed her glazed white skin under the light. She was usually sharp-tongued, but at that moment, she was like a gentle and harmless kitten, delicate and soft. 3
He hesitated before he took out a blanket from the trunk to cover her. Then, he sat in the front to read the news on his phone.
Hackett Institute.
Shaun put the sleeping Catherine on the large bed in the bedroom.
She could not keep her eyelids open and fell asleep on the way back.
After Shaun watched her quietly for a while, he turned to get a basin of water and gently took off her clothes.
When he saw the scars on her body, his handsome face turned ashen. However, the further down he went, his face could not help but turn slightly red.
Every time he was with her, he was impulsive and rash. He had never looked at her so carefully before.
She had a really good figure. She was small at places she needed to be small, and large at places where... Ahem...
As a young and vigorous man, Shaun gulped unexpectedly, his eyes the color of Mars.
Once he had cleaned her, he dressed her in her pajamas and took a cold shower by himself.
He used her towel, which had the familiar scent of her body. It was very nice, and he did not feel disgusted despite his mysophobia.
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