Jesse Rowan was indeed young and didn't think much of it, especially since he never took women's words to heart.
For example, even when he accidentally got a pimple on his face, a group of women would still compliment his looks.
So, women's words were just meant to be listened to and nothing more.
"Joan, you are so beautiful, you must have been born to seduce my soul..." Jesse Rowan bit her shoulder lightly.
"What are you, a dog?"
"Woof woof."
"..."
Joan Harry had no experience in dealing with shameless people, so she closed her eyes and endured.
Jesse Rowan took her once.
Just as he wanted a second time, Joan Harry pushed him slightly, "I'm not feeling well today."
Jesse Rowan obediently got off her, looking at her with innocent eyes, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"I'm a bit tired, I want to sleep."
"Then rest, get some good rest."
Joan Harry didn't speak again, she was indeed very tired, both physically and mentally.
