Suddenly, Eva Miller started crying, tears like a flood that couldn’t be stopped, falling with loud plops onto his hand.
"Hey, why are you crying?"
Luke Land was sowhat taken aback.
Hadn’t she been full of energy and quite happy cursing him just now?
"Soone wants to rape , and I’m not allowed to cry?" Eva glared at Luke with tear-filled eyes, "How can you be so cruel?"
Cruel? Really?
In Luke Land’s mind, if he was willing to sleep with a woman, it was a sign of love; how could that be cruel?
"Do you really want to hate you?" Eva looked at him earnestly.
Luke hesitated.
"Let be honest with you, I’m really not a virgin anymore. I gave my first ti to my first boyfriend. However, he’s in prison now and won’t be out for another four years. I’m willing to wait for him, but during this ti, I don’t want to do anything to betray him. Please, fulfill my wish." Thinking of Oliver Johnson, Eva felt sadder and sadder as she spoke, "He’s my first boyfriend and also my last. My body has only been given to him, and I only wish to give it to him."
Eva rattled on, and the more Luke listened, the more irritable he beca.
Probably when a man is in the mood and encounters such an undiscerning woman, it really is disappointing.
He picked up his clothes, got dressed, and glanced at her sideways.
"Stop crying." His tone wasn’t very good.
Eva stopped crying, watching him getting dressed, feeling a bit puzzled but also a bit delighted, seeing Luke like this. Could it be that he’s agreed to let her go?
Impossible, this doesn’t seem like his style at all.
Luke approached her again, and Eva imdiately hung her head low, suppressing the joy in her eyes, quickly converting it into grievance.
He reached out and untied the tie that was binding her hands; because it was tied too tightly, her wrists were already marked with a red imprint.
Eva rubbed her aching wrists, staring at him in astonishnt.
"You’re not going to rape anymore?"
"..."
"Oh, I an, thank you for letting go, you’re truly a good person." Eva changed expressions faster than flipping pages, afraid that Luke might go back on his word and actually take her, and then she’d be dood.
She couldn’t betray Oliver Johnson.
Oliver Johnson...
Thinking of this na, Eva felt a bit lost inside. In her heart, Oliver was her first man; she loved him, she could consider him her everything. But she also knew that in Oliver’s heart, she was so insignificant, at most just a woman he’d had relations with a few tis.
"What is it now?" Luke saw Eva looking so lancholy and sad, only feeling inexplicably bewildered; he clearly hadn’t touched her.
"Oh, is it that I didn’t touch you, and you’re very disappointed? Won, you know, often say no with their mouths, but their bodies are still especially yearning, right?" Luke finished speaking, preparing to undo the shirt buttons he had just fastened, "Co on, I’ll satisfy you."
"No, no,..." Eva stopped his large hand that was unbuttoning his shirt, "Really, you don’t need to trouble yourself. I really have no desire for that now."
Luke sighed helplessly, feeling a desire pressed down in his heart but unable to release it.
"Since you don’t want to sleep with , then co do sothing else with ."
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