Then, she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
"You, you, you... what do you want to do?" Her mouth was still filled with the taste of blood, and it hurt badly.
"To comfort you." He coldly uttered two words, like poppies blooming with deadly allure in the dark night.
"Huh?" Comfort her? Was he sure he was comforting her? What does comforting have to do with taking off pants?!
Noticing the small woman's furrowed brows, he moved closer to her ear again and said, "You heard right, I do want to comfort you."
Eva Nightingale: "Comforting is one thing, why are you taking off your pants? Let go of me!" If that's the case, she would rather he didn't comfort her, yes, she could ignore the small wound on her mouth, as long as he didn't take off his pants. After all, see no evil.
Besides, this is Lanwan Residence.
There's a banquet tonight, and those ladies and young masters from wealthy families are still at the party.
