William Foster raised an eyebrow with a playful glint in his eyes, "Darling, I want to kiss you. Could you lower your head a bit for me?"
As he spoke, his voice carried a gentle yet barely noticeable trace of anticipation that undeniably tugged at one's heartstrings.
"Okay."
Clara Bennett uttered just one word, yet it felt as though she'd made a monumental decision.
A flicker of complex emotion flashed in her eyes, but she nodded compliantly nonetheless.
Clara leaned down slightly, whispering by his ear with a breath as fresh as orchids, "Today, I'll follow your every instruction."
These few words seemed especially ambiguous at this moment and set one's imagination running wild.
As soon as she finished speaking, William Foster's breathing suddenly grew heavier.
His chest heaved with the quick breaths, and a satisfied smile emerged on his face.
Clearly, he was very pleased with Clara's response.
