The feeling on Draven Trevino's neck made him stiffen.
"Cierra Boyle, behave yourself!"
He gritted his teeth, and his eyes darkened.
He held the woman's slender waist with one hand and raised the other hand to touch her forehead, trying to keep her head away from him.
But he couldn't stop her.
It took him a lot of effort to resist her head, but Cierra Boyle had already messed up his suit and got in with both hands.
He raised his eyebrows and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Don't move, okay?"
However, at that moment, Cierra Boyle had already lost consciousness. She only thought that she had fallen asleep and was hugging a furry doll.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's strong waist and hugged him firmly.
Her head was still looking for a comfortable place to lean against, but unfortunately, she couldn't find one for a long time because of Draven Trevino's head.