"Hehe..." The man chuckled softly, bowing his head to meet her pretty eyes.
Then suddenly he lowered his head, his lips whispered ambiguously at her ear, "Not tired, I can still do many things..."
His tone was incredibly suggestive, full of meaning, and as his words fell, his lips softly kissed her earlobe.
Emma Benson's body trembled uncontrollably, feeling a wave of tingling sensation spreading from her ear to the depths of her heart, and then extending throughout her limbs.
Her cheeks warmed slightly, yet she didn't blush. She raised her hand to gently hit his shoulder and turned her head away, ignoring him.
Seeing this, the man stopped teasing her and carried her into the bathroom...
Half an hour later, they finished bathing, and Emma Benson, wearing a white nightgown, was still in his arms as they came out.
