From the tone of that little rascal, it was obvious he wanted more, dissatisfied with his behavior these past few 'days'?
Letting her have a good sleep, she wouldn't listen.
She was doing fine.
Simply threw off the covers, exposing her legs to the air, pouting her red lips, casting a seductive glance at him.
Hmm.
Was she trying to seduce him?
Moreover, she did it on purpose, didn't she want him to handle her? That kind of, flip over, turn around, fiercely, fiercely handle her?
"Want~" She uttered a word.
Carla vaguely remembered that day at the Summer Palace's Water Moon Pavilion, hearing Peggy Carr and Albert Kingsley say that Alexander Kingsley was injured, and very seriously.
This time he and the President weren't on a business trip at all, but... got injured, seriously, transferred to a hospital in New York.
Because although Alexander Kingsley had the most intimate encounter with her, the lights were off, she didn't see his body…
Therefore.
