Nora Smith was startled and instinctively struggled: "Asher!"
Asher Hawn quietly carried Nora Smith back to the room and remained in bed.
When her elbow touched the soft quilt, Nora Smith suddenly had a bad feeling. She was about to get up when Asher Hawn had already bullied herself.
His knees pressed between Nora Smith's legs, his fingers pulled at his tie, and he looked at Nora Smith in a commanding manner.
Looking at the dark tide surging in Asher Hawn's eyes, Nora Smith realized that what she had just said was a bit too much.
"Asher..." Nora Smith blinked and pulled himself up, but Asher Hawn's hand had already squeezed her wrist aside.
Asher Hawn had tossed his tie to the bedside, his shirt wide open, revealing his delicate collarbone and white chest. He whispered and leaned closer to Nora Smith.
"Then take a look for yourself. Is my figure good?"
Asher Hawn's tone was so dangerous that Nora Smith's heart trembled.