Alexander quietly got up and switched places with Asher Land.
"Be good, sleep first," Asher Land whispered softly in Alexander’s ear. Alexander nodded, and after lulling Alexander to sleep, Asher Land’s gaze fell back on the woman beside him.
Inside the tent, it was almost pitch black, with only a very faint beam of light coming in from outside. He looked at her peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, and an inexplicable restlessness stirred within him.
His large hand lifted her white sweater, pushing it upwards...
"Asher Land, what are you doing?" Sophie Smith suddenly woke up, hurriedly covering her chest with her hand.
"What am I doing? Of course, ’reliving old dreams,’ keep your voice down, our son is asleep."
"You..."
"Won’t you cooperate? Hmm?"
Cooperate with what?
"Asher Land, do you have to be so shaless?" Sophie Smith reprimanded him softly in a low voice.
"Don’t you usually like it when I’m shaless?"
Really? Which eye of his saw that?
"Be good, just go along with it." He took her small hand, guiding it to his desire, "Do you feel its yearning for you?"
"Asher Land, you’re nothing but a rascal, a scoundrel..." Sophie Smith hurriedly tried to pull her hand away, but he pinned it down, making her unable to move.
She could clearly feel the change in his desire within her hand.
He pressed down on her, his gentle kiss brushing her lips. Indeed, this kiss brought Sophie back to five years ago...
At that ti, they hadn’t acknowledged their feelings for each other. Back then, they seed like enemies, not getting along...
But ti passes so quickly. Without realizing it, they have already gone through such a long ti together.
A faint trace of sadness seed to linger in her thoughts, and seeing her distracted, Asher Land frowned slightly.
"Sophie," he called her na, as if trying to bring her back to the present.
"Oh," Sophie responded, and after thinking for a mont, she inexplicably felt a strong urge to accompany him...
Relive the old dreams of five years ago?
Doesn’t sound as bad as she imagined..., it’s just that there’s a son beside them, not just the two of them.
Asher Land didn’t care too much and once again made her feel the so-called ’old dreams’ of five years ago.
Sophie held back with great difficulty, beads of sweat forming densely on her forehead, her moans were silenced by his kisses. That feeling was like the intoxication of life and death, driving her into madness...
Her handiwork was all over his shoulder, a row of varying depths of teeth marks, and his back bore severe scratch marks, though he had long gotten used to them.
He held the woman weakened and limp in his arms, a gentle smile on his lips.
"Tell , compared to that night five years ago, wasn’t I more satisfying tonight?"
"..."
Could she not answer?
He pinched her waist as a threat.
"Fine, I say satisfied, is that alright?" Sophie mumbled.
"Satisfied? Then why not one more ti?"
"Not satisfied, not satisfied at all..."
"Not satisfied? Then we’ll have to go a few more tis until you give a good rating, fully satisfied."
"..."
Asher Land deliberately teased her, and his mood inexplicably lightened. He didn’t continue with any more excessive actions, simply holding her close, letting her lean tightly against him, as fleeting images of their past seed to flash through his mind...
Beautiful ones, unpleasant ones, all of them were treasures in his heart.
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