Rosie Scott initially thought she was trapped in a nightmare, but the wet sensation on her lips made the back of her head tense up.
Her slender wrist stretched out from under the covers, using all her strength to push Charles Anderson away.
The lights in the hospital room were off, only the faint glow from the window illuminated the dim room, the girl was trembling with every breath, her face felt burning hot: "Charles Anderson, you... utterly shameless."
The man's deep eyes in the night were like magnets, giving the feeling of being swept into a vortex, he felt no shame for being caught doing something bad, instead, he carried an air of 'what can you do about it?'
His gaze went from the girl's eyes down, fixating on the slightly swollen cherry lips, and he chuckled lightly: "Weren't you trying to be good to me? This is being good to me, why does Rosie refuse?"
