Hiss—
What is he doing!
It hurts.
Enna Clark covered her nose, trying hard to suppress the mist in her eyes.
She wasn’t crying from the pain; it was that her nose hurt so much that her body’s natural reflex was to tear up.
She blinked hard twice, finally enduring through the strong aching sensation in her nasal wing. She was just about to lift her head to hold him accountable.
Suddenly, the dirty clothes in her hand were domineeringly tossed aside, casually thrown to the ground...
"Baron..." Enna Clark was indeed a bit angry, just opened her mouth.
The proud and noble man suddenly lowered his head, pressing down. His thin lips unfailingly captured hers, enveloped by the unique fragrance of sandalwood mixed with mint surrounding her, the domineering man pried open her lips and teeth—
"Mm." Enna Clark was kissed dizzy by his sudden kiss.
Her hands instinctively clenched his sleeves, eyes wide open.
The man with closed eyes seed to sense sothing, suddenly opened those brilliant eyes, looked at her deeply, bit her tongue lightly, then backed off a little, in a hoarse voice said, "Enna Clark, don’t you know you’re supposed to close your eyes when kissing?"
"Close your eyes, I’m going to kiss you!"
—Close your eyes, I’m going to kiss you.
He spoke so naturally, his voice hoarse and sexy.
Enna Clark was bewitched, instinctively gazing at him.
"Shi-t!" The handso man suddenly picked her up horizontally, placed her directly on the bed, turned over to press down, propping his two arms above her, pinning her wrists, his gaze dark, "Not closing them, are we? If you won’t close them, never mind. If you don’t close them, I’ll help you close them."
"..." What is he even saying?
The man looming above closed his deep eyes, his thin lips pressing down again, kissing fervently.
"Mm..."
At first, Enna Clark didn’t feel much, but gradually she was led by the nose.
Her entire senses were controlled by him.
She couldn’t help but fall into the trap he wove, sinking, sinking further.
She was an adult, she knew what this ant.
But she had just experienced the elevator incident, desperately wanted to prove he was still there, still well.
So this ti, Enna Clark forced herself to withstand her shyness and reserve, adhering to her truest inner thoughts.
If she didn’t take the initiative, even Baron Lawrence couldn’t control himself, let alone if she did.
The quartz clock on the wall ticked, ticked away...
...
An hour later, Enna Clark was utterly exhausted.
Her right wrist almost didn’t feel like her own, she was too tired to even want to move a finger, laying on the bed, her waist and back aching.
The man by her side was in a completely different state, compared to her pitiful state, he definitely looked invigorated.
He was already good-looking, and when he was in a good mood, his eyebrows relaxed, looking even more appealing.
It was as if God favored him, gathering all the light onto him, making him so good-looking it’s as if other n couldn’t compete.
"Enna Clark, get up and eat." Baron Lawrence, having been satisfied, spoke with a voice full of sunshine, a true breath of fresh air.
In contrast, Enna Clark appeared much worse, weakly shaking her head, "I don’t want to eat, I want to sleep first."
She was dead tired.
Especially her right hand, it was so tired it was numb.
All she wanted now was to sleep.
"You must eat first, eat and then sleep."
"I’m really so tired, I want to sleep first."
Baron Lawrence couldn’t be bothered to argue with her any longer, put on a robe, then scooped her up from the bed, carrying her straight out of the bedroom...
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