The white shirt instantly turned transparent, faintly revealing his chiseled muscles. A hint of his chest was exposed, an exceptionally tempting sight.
Claire Sinclair's blood ran hot at the sight. Her face flushed, and she quickly averted her gaze, whispering, "We're about to get divorced. Please don't—mmph..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man suddenly lowered his head and fiercely claimed her lips.
Just as the situation was about to spiral completely out of control, the man suddenly leaned close to her ear, his voice hoarse and captivating. "You want a divorce? Unless I'm dead, don't even dream of it."
With that, the man reached out and tore off the girl's soaked clothes.
'If tomorrow were the end of the world, he would rather die in her arms this very moment, but he would still make love to her with wild abandon.'
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