Chapter 041 Playboy

Having seen Simmons off and washed the teacups, Link returned to the small living room, where Emma silently sat on the sofa, sitting up straight, eyes fixated on a nameless variety show.

She donned a blue sleeveless dress, revealing her fair and slender arms, her delicate and slight collarbones, the subtle swirling hollow at the base of her throat, and her slender neck—soft and fragrant like jade, triggering an impulsive desire to embrace her and steal a kiss.

On the low table opposite, there were two empty plates that had contained fruit salad and Cuban sandwiches, now gone—an indication of Emma's fondness for both dishes.

When Link sat down beside her, Emma's eyelashes fluttered, and a blush spread from her earlobes to her cheeks and delicate neck.

Her breathing began to quicken, knees pressed tightly together, her dress's hem trembling slightly, as a strange fragrance emanated from her.

"Don't move around too much!"