Amelia Cobb's breath was rapid, her cheeks slightly red. Unable to escape the stare of Christopher Robinson, she looked straight at him with her slender fingertips finding their way into the hem of his shirt: "All my love words are true."
"Hmm... ..."
That evening, after the gathering broke up, Isaac Fenton had been leaning against the car to smoke. After all, the luxury car's insulation was top-notch, and he couldn't hear anything from inside.
Gradually, he felt that something was wrong. The trembling of the car told him that this was not a place he could stay.
Inside the car, the two were battling it out intensely.
Every time Amelia teased Christopher, she would pay a heavy price. Today's price was being pressed down in the car for a rough session.
But bizarrely, she hadn't yet expanded her territory to this area, and the harder Christopher tried, the more she endured.