"I can't get used to it." Lincoln's voice was as steady as ever.
Zayla blinked. "Huh?"
"I'm distressed for you."
Because of his distress, Lincoln disregarded the so-called rules and appeared in front of her.
Those rules and regulations may be able to restrain the heartless Lincoln from the past.
But for him who had found and obtained this heart now, it was no more than a mere trifle.
For Zayla, his life could be spared, let alone a regulation.
Zayla's ears had turned red long ago, but she pretended to be calm and put her face close together and whispered...
"I didn't expect the gigolo to like me so much?"
"Yeah, good performance. I can extend the time for you..."
After finishing speaking, Zayla tapped his shoulder lightly.
Lincoln raised his hand, taking hold of hers, and allowed her to encircle his waist. He then leaned forward, pressing her entire form into the sofa!