Sophie Wilson suddenly pulled the quilt up, covering her face that was about to burst into flames.
Ugh... how embarrassing!
She was actually bewitched by a man's charm.
Hiding under the quilt, in the dark space, she only saw his figure and appearance even more clearly in her mind.
Those smooth muscle lines... Don't think she didn't notice, when his shirt stretched, it clearly outlined his beautiful abs...
Ahh!!!
Can't think about it anymore!
Sophie Wilson hugged the quilt and rolled around on the bed, wondering how she became like this.
So unreserved.
But, she couldn't really blame herself.
Who made someone so... damn it, isn't that guy supposed to be secretly attractive?
This overwhelming, crime-inducing allure, what's going on?
Charles Seymour, that jerk, not playing by the rules, that's just too much!
The frustrated Sophie Wilson rolled in her bedroom, while Charles Seymour returned to his room, smiling with both his eyes and mouth.
