Isabella Weaver's nape was particularly sensitive. She shivered slightly, turned around, and deliberately called out to him, "Harry~ Harry, Harry~"
Harry Hunter was helpless, oh well, if she liked calling him that, so be it!
It actually felt... kind of different.
He pressed Isabella against the door, his tone ambiguous, "Since the pants are off, should we take this opportunity..."
Isabella's ears started to turn red, "No way!"
"When you took off my pants earlier, you were quite assertive, why are you backing down now?"
Isabella regretted it; she had acted on impulse without considering the consequences!
"Then... why don't you put your pants back on?"
Harry mimicked her earlier tone, "They're dirty, I don't want them!"
Isabella was at a loss whether to cry or laugh!
She really was good at digging holes for herself!
Harry teased her for a while, lifted her chin, kissed her soft lips, and savored her sweetness.
After a long time, he finally released her, "Missed me?"
