Monica treated her emotions with extreme caution because she was very insecure, afraid of being cheated, and she didn't want to get hurt. She always wanted to face everything firmly, but emotions made people's hearts soft like water. She needed to sink in bit by bit.
Stinson liked her and understood her better. That was why he slowed down his pursuit of her and didn't want his fiery emotions to hurt her heart.
After dinner, they decided to go downstairs for a walk. The bodyguards followed behind them not far. Under the night sky, a long corridor continued, and the lights were brightly lit.
When they walked, they attracted the attention of many people. The combination of handsome men and beautiful women was always exceptionally pleasing to the eye. Young men and women all cast envious gazes.
The breeze was cool and the night scenery was charming. Monica seemed to have become much more relaxed.
She found a seat and sat down. She quietly enjoyed the night scene. The man stood behind her and looked at her.
"Is it cold?" Stinson noticed that she was wearing thin clothes, and this was a tuyere, so he asked her in a low voice.
Monica nodded, "A little, but I want to sit here for a while longer."
It wasn't always possible to see such an intoxicating beauty. Monica was a little greedy.
Stinson did not wear a coat, only a long—sleeved shirt. At this moment, there was nothing he could do with his gentlemanly demeanor. He could only walk to her side, sit down, and hug her in his arms.
Monica chuckled and lay down on his body.
There was a sweet smell in the breeze. Stinson lowered his headand found that this faint fragrance came from her body. It was as if someone was holding a brush and scratching hisheart. It was extremely itchy.
Thus, he kissed her on the forehead.
Monica was stunned. She raised her headand the man felt that she had come to the door on her own initiative. He was even more affectionate and attached to her lips.
Monica trembled slightly and instinctively reached out to grab his clothes.
The man's lipswere hot and tyrannical, causing Monica's chest to fluctuate and her breathing to quicken.
Just as they were immersed in it, the childish voices of a few children came from a small path beside them. They suddenly woke up, and the man leaned against her ear and laughed.
Monica was also flushed with embarrassment. This kind of feeling was too tempting. She had actually indulged in it just now.
"Let's go back. The scenery on the balcony is also pretty good." The man held her hand tightly and walked back with her.
Monica was in a state of chaos. How could she quietly conceive a design? Her entire body was burning with heat.
Back at the hotel, Monica nervously pinched her skirt with her hands. She wondered if she could refuse him again tonight.
At this point, Monica's rationality was no longer so firm. She also knew that the relationship between a man and a woman depended on sincerity. If she refused this man again and again, he would definitely be very sad.
Stinson poured her a cup of hot water. Seeing her standing besidethe sofa in a daze, he couldn't help but chuckle, "What's wrong? Did you lose your soul?"
Monica looked up at him, took the cup he handed over and took a sip, "Stinson, how are we going to sleep tonight?"
Stinson's eyes darkened, and the gaze condensed on her face became evil.
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