Dark Saintess Manor.
Bang.
Long, beautiful legs drew a dazzling arc of white light, kicking Wayne off the bed with one swift motion.
Idinis gathered her long hair, lifted her arm to rest on the round exposed surface, showed a look of disdain, and looked down at the trash: "What are you doing, just speak if you have something to say, why are you flailing around like that."
By the third time, Idinis noticed something was off; the brute had no tenderness for beauties, clearly doing it on purpose.
He was exceptionally gentle with Anastasia, fearing she would melt in his mouth or shatter in his hands, carefully maintaining her like an artwork.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. By the fifth time, she couldn't take it anymore and kicked the scoundrel off directly.
Wayne snorted coldly, grabbed Idinis's ankle, and pulled her off the bed.
