Suddenly retracting his finger, Joshua Hughes's wild eyes revealed a playful look, "Did I hit the mark, so you're angry out of embarrassment? Your man hasn't properly enjoyed exploring your body; I guess he probably gets more pleasure from concocting potions in the lab, right?"
"The matters between us as a couple don't need Mr. Hughes's speculative concern. In fact, Wenyard is very capable, more capable than any man." Avery Jane smiled subtly and inhaled sharply; this man's grip was indeed strong, she almost felt like her jaw was about to be crushed by him.
"No matter how capable, he's just a dead man. Can he climb out of the grave to satisfy you?" Joshua said lazily, sitting on the sofa, his tall body leaning against the back, playfully looking at Avery Jane.
On her small, fair chin, his red fingerprints were glaringly apparent, imprinted on her skin as smooth as cream, extraordinarily provocative, as if two pale red petals were stamped.
