"Yes, let me go if you don't want to die, otherwise you'll regret it for sure!"
"But what can I do? I want to die?" Along with his deep voice, there was a searing kiss, "Die on you."
"Evan Saint!" Realizing it was Evan's voice, Sparkle Gold couldn't help but roar in anger.
Letting go of her eyes, Evan didn't hide his mockery of her: "Sparkle, you could be a bit dumber!"
"You're the shameless one!" How could she have thought that the famously abstinent, cold and handsome genius Evan Saint would do this to her?
Curling his lips, Evan smiled faintly: "Wanting you is enough."
"You..." These roguish "words of endearment" left even the usually sharp-tongued Sparkle at a loss for words.
Was this really Evan?
"Shh, soon you'll be able to scream to your heart's content." Evan extended a long index finger, gently touching Sparkle's lips, stopping her from saying anything that would ruin the mood.
"What exactly do you want?"
"To complete the wedding night."
