Lynn's POV
The air was strangely quiet for a second, even the rainstorm outside the window seemed to freeze in mid-air, and then my eyebrows twitched violently, and the red color of blood instantly rushed from my neck to the top of my head.
I raised my head, my lips mumbled twice, I couldn't say a word, the whole person was so hot that it was about to ignite, hot sweat dripped down from my forehead, and "snapped" on Marilyn's chest, slipping through a rounded and full arc, and moistened into the cleavage and disappeared.
Marilyn said this in a gentle tone, not intentionally piercing my shameful, lustful thoughts, just simply asking a question, did not think that I am thin-skinned to such a point, a sentence made my shy face flush with shame, as if back to the first time the two of us did it.
