South Grant's gaze, at this moment, was blatantly a man-eating look.
Nathan Foster only felt that the person beneath him was like a blazing furnace.
"South Grant, you really don't know the height of heaven and the depth of earth!" Nathan Foster's voice was hoarse.
South Grant looked at the figure atop him, Nathan Foster, whose forehead was slick with beads of sweat. South Grant reached out to wipe them away, slightly raised his head, and planted a kiss on his lips, speaking hoarsely:
"Look at you, you're sweating."
Nathan Foster looked at the woman beneath him, whose sultry eyes were like silk, truly, she was a nymph sent to torment him.
Nathan Foster initially thought, let's just forget it, pin her down under himself, and cherish her well.
But then he recalled Vincent's warning.
"Before she heals, you'd better not touch her. Clearly, all the unpleasant things from her past life happened with you. I'm afraid these matters between men and women might stimulate her."
