Rumsfeld Family Banquet

Viona lowered her eyelids, pinched the corners of her skirt with her fingers, and muttered in embarrassment, "What are you looking at, is this dress inappropriate?"

In fact, she rarely wore such a pretty ball gown.

Her usual clothes were just plain loose shirts and jeans. Even when attending press conferences, Viona never wore formal attires.

Alex slowly stepped forward, approaching her from behind.

Viona could feel Alex's arms wrapped around her waist. Feeling the man's touch, Viona let his light kiss fall on her neck.

Viona tilted her head, letting Alex's thin lips mess with her shoulders and neck.

After a while, the ambiguous atmosphere was increasingly heated up.

Alex looked a little uncontrollable, his palms roaming around her, wanting more and more.

Simple hugs and hot kisses could barely satisfy his inner desire for Viona.

He admitted that the moment Viona showed her beauty, he wanted all of her!