"Hey, what’s wrong with you, woman? Sixth Master roasted this chicken for you himself. If you don’t want to eat it, fine, but how could you throw it on the ground?"
"My hand slipped..."
"You’re lying!"
Sienna Johnson took a sip of water, got up, and walked into Lucas Robertson’s tent. She lowered the curtain, killed a buzzing mosquito that was flying around inside, lay down, and planned to sleep. That’s when Adrian Desmond barged in.
"Adrian, don’t you ever give up? Don’t you know I don’t want to see you? Get out!" Sienna kicked at him, but Adrian seized her foot.
He took off her socks.
"What are you doing?"
"Let see your foot!"
"I don’t want you to look!"
"Don’t move!"
Adrian held a needle in his hand. He took out a lighter, heated the needle to sterilize it, then picked up her foot. Her pampered foot had obviously struggled to endure the long walk, developing many blisters.
"Just as I thought!" Adrian said.
"What are you doing?"
"Don’t move!" He carefully punctured the blisters on her foot, treated the wounds, cleaned them with antiseptic, and put on a clean pair of white socks.
Afterward, she felt considerably more comfortable.
Just when Sienna thought it was over and she could kick this man out, he took out a bottle of ointnt and started to take off her clothes.
"What are you doing now?"
"I won’t hurt you, that’s for sure."
He skillfully unbuttoned her top, exposing her wounds again. Adrian looked at the bite mark on her chest; even though it was the second ti he’d seen it, he still felt angry, crazed, wanting to kill soone...
"Why didn’t you resist?" Adrian suddenly asked.
She hadn’t expected this man to ask such a question—the question hinted at his concern for her loss of innocence.
She looked at him, but Adrian avoided her gaze, with a hint of evasion. Sienna suddenly felt the urge to test sothing even though she didn’t know exactly what.
"Adrian, I want to make love to you!" she boldly declared, which startled Adrian.
"You’re pregnant!"
"Be gentle, I’ll be fine."
She leaned over to kiss him, in the cramped tent, but it didn’t matter; she just wanted to hold him tightly in this small space.
It was always her taking the initiative. He knelt there, his body rigid, not moving. She, like an enchantress, unleashed all her charm, attempting to ignite the heat of his body, at least...
Neither of them had lust in their eyes; it was more like a battle between two warriors.
She took out his limp mber, gently and softly awakening it with her hands... how long had passed? Sienna didn’t know. She only knew his body continued to reject her.
The limp mber still hadn’t awakened.
Her tears began to fall, reaching her lips, with a bitter taste entwined with crying. If this hadn’t happened, Sienna might have told him the "truth"; at this mont, she couldn’t utter a single word.
If she did, she would beco cheap, and her pride wouldn’t allow it.
So say when a man and a woman fall in love, they should abandon all pride and dignity. But without pride and dignity, she would no longer be Sienna.
Adrian was equally shocked by his body’s response. From the mont he had this woman, he was always filled with desire for her. But now, he seed as impotent as a useless man, unable to get hard.
"Sienna, it’s not what you think..." he tried to explain, yet in the face of this limp situation, he appeared powerless.
"Sixth Master, maybe it’s ti to find another woman."
"Shut up! It’s not what you think."
"Then what is it?" She stroked his limp mber with her hand, laughing with tears in her eyes. "When a man has no desire for a woman, love is dead."
"No! I love you!"
He looked at her, his gaze like water. He lowered his head as if trying to prove sothing to Sienna, lowered his head, and kissed her tears away one by one.
"Really? But your body no longer loves ..."
"I might be... sick." Adrian said uncertainly. This had never happened before.
"Then Sixth Master is deeply ill. Treat it with another woman; at least I’m not your redy."
"Do you bla ?"
"No... I think if Sixth Master slept with other won, I would also find you dirty and wouldn’t be able to get hard either..." Sienna began to put her clothes back on.
A love that hadn’t had the chance to bloom was thus stifled.
"I didn’t, I just..."
"Just what?"
As if proving sothing to Sienna, Adrian went to kiss her, and Sienna cooperated.
He held her face in his hands; even though her face was wounded, in his eyes, she was the most beautiful, his gaze filled with longing and grievance, unspeakable, as if it might drown her. The kiss was bloody.
Sienna’s clothes, which she had just put on, were torn off again by him. Their bodies pressed together; he posed as though riding her...normally, only a few moves would elicit a response, but right now...
"Enough! Adrian, enough!"
This was absolute, rciless humiliation for Sienna!
Because the man she loved couldn’t get hard for her.
"How could this happen?" Adrian also didn’t understand what was wrong with his body.
Sienna sneered, enlightening him, "I slept with Xavier Young. You found dirty and rejected . Your body started to despise ."
"No!"
"Adrian, your body is more honest than your mouth!" Sienna rose and looked at him with cold and rational eyes, speaking.
Adrian knelt there, looked at his limp little brother, and cursed several tis, "Useless thing!"
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