She slightly turned her head and could see the man's profile.
Norton Abyss had perfect skin, flawlessly poreless.
His silver hair didn't look dyed at all, extremely natural, as if he was born that way.
Fiona Schmidt held her breath, staring fixedly, her cheeks growing redder. On one hand, because the man was so close, his breath disrupted her composure.
On the other hand, it was due to her own emotions. Nearly twenty-six years old, finally having fondness for a man, she found it not easy.
This feeling, as one could imagine, was shocking and exhilarating.
However, if it had been half a month ago, she wouldn't have dreamed she'd develop feelings for Norton Abyss!
"Norton..." Fiona took a deep breath, just about to speak, when the man sucked again.
Fiona's body stiffened, she immediately dared not move. She could feel the man's warm thin lips pressed against her skin, as he sucked, it seemed to gently rub.
