I'm getting more and more out of control
Translator: 549690339
It was indeed true.
He was wondering why it was so different today.
She lowered her eyes slightly, and soon, the color of her eyes began to darken.
There was even a moment when he decided to continue doing what he wanted to do, whether it was real or not.
Because the disheveled teenager he had imprisoned was even more attractive than in his dreams.
Once that kind of cold and abstinent temperament was broken, it was as if it had really been ruthlessly smeared with a touch of color.
This person was right below him. His legs were long and slender, straight and good-looking. His shirt had been rolled up, revealing a section of his waistline. It was beautiful and fair.
He was now very clear on what it felt like when his fingers slid across it.
Because his hand was inside.
As long as he wanted to, he could hold this person's waist right now and do whatever he wanted to do in his dreams without any restraint.