Rae Bennett entered into her role quickly, her brows furrowed, eyes lowered, acting coquettish and timid, "Sir, I am a student of Santos, and my body is still pure."
Wyatt played along, "You are Rae Bennett from Finance Class Three, right?"
"How do you know?"
His expression changed, the aggressiveness in his eyes suddenly laid bare, "I had your brother kidnapped."
"..."
The subject matter grew increasingly dark and twisted.
Rae couldn't help but crack up, "Wyatt, you could become a screenwriter."
Wyatt grabbed her hand and placed it on the collar of his shirt, his other hand supporting her body. He could kiss her just by leaning down, he didn't say anything, his lovely eyes half-open, filled with desire, his gaze urging her.
As she undid his buttons, his shirt just opened when she saw the wound on his shoulder, which must have been there for a while, since the stitches had been removed.
She turned her head away to look at his shoulder, "You have a new scar here."