Baron Lawrence, without a hint of impatience, massaged her for more than ten minutes, and the muscle in Enna Clark's left arm gradually relaxed. Although there was still a bit of soreness, she knew this was the aftereffect of maintaining a posture for too long, causing muscle soreness and numbness. No matter how long he massaged, it couldn't be completely alleviated.
She shook her arm and said, "Baron Lawrence, that's enough, I'm much better now."
"Are you sure?"
Enna gave her arm two more shakes. The exercise alleviated the numbness, making it less uncomfortable than before. She nodded affirmatively, "I'm sure."
"It's good that you're sure, now it's my turn." He hinted.
What did he mean by his turn?
The next second, Enna knew what he meant. Her chin was forcefully lifted, and as he cupped the back of her head, a kiss flavored with mint and sandalwood descended, invading her lips and teeth, taking possession.
