At the end of the kiss, Enna Clark propped herself up on her knees, panting heavily. It took her a while to catch her breath, and when she did, she noticed that his complexion looked very bad. She couldn't worry about that now, and asked anxiously, "Baron Lawrence, did you just pull your back injury?"
Baron Lawrence's handsome face had turned a shade paler, sweat dotted his forehead finely, and the large movement just now brought back the sensation of his muscles tearing in his back. His noble brows twisted, but he refused to admit it, "No!"
To divert Enna Clark's attention, he immediately said, "Enna Clark, I want to drink water."
Enna turned around and handed him the water cup from the coffee table. This time, he didn't have as many requests, he took a few sips with his head down, handed the water cup back to Enna, and his ghastly face color also eased a bit.
However, his eagle eyes narrowed unhappily, looking at her red lips with annoyance.
Damn it!