"What happened to me last night?"
Sophia Hamilton raised her chin and retorted, worried she got drunk and used up the food she'd stored in the fridge for her son over the past few days. She couldn't breastfeed her son now and had to use a bottle to feed him with yesterday's milk.
"Little thing, do you really not remember?" Evander Lancaster pinched Sophia Hamilton's chin, leaned in and bit her lip lightly. It didn't hurt, but it was very suggestive.
"Last night, you were so passionate! You kept asking for more, nonstop. If I weren't so strong, you would've drained me completely!"
Sophia Hamilton...
He's definitely not talking about her!
If she had really acted like that, how could she not remember?
Impossible, he's lying, it must be a lie.
Looking at Sophia Hamilton's refusal to admit it, Evander Lancaster slowly buttoned up his shirt and then turned around.
As the gray shirt slipped off, Sophia Hamilton saw...
