Chapter 176: Swear Never to Coexist with Drugs

Wayne gripped Philomena's ankle, his other hand spreading night cream, fingertips gliding from calf to knee, the palm massaging the stiff limb, then smeared some more cream on her thigh.

Philomena smiled unchanged, looking like she'd seen it all, but her hands pressing down the hem of her dress and her rigid body still gave her away.

Turns out she's just a "tough-talking champ"!

Wayne was disdainful inside; with this little skill, she dared to flaunt herself—an obvious path to self-destruction.

Being kind-hearted, he decided to kill Philomena's sense of shame that day.

"Nice legs!"

Wayne exclaimed in admiration, praising Philomena's beautiful legs for their delicate, smooth, and elastic skin, their slender and graceful curves, even more for their elongated fluidity, glowing white under the lights as if a fine piece of art.

His voice was loud, shameless in speech, lustful in performance, and after finishing, he swallowed hard.

It didn't seem like an act at all.