Harrison Lucas was jolted awake.
After all, she was outside, and as a soldier, she always maintained necessary vigilance.
However, in the next second, Harrison suddenly felt a large hand wrap around her waist from behind, slipping under her pajamas.
Harrison immediately knew whose hand this was.
Such a broad, warm hand, with slender fingers carrying a thin layer of calluses, holding a temperature that was embarrassing, felt like it was igniting her skin.
Under the man's hand was her soft skin, gently caressing her over and over.
Harrison couldn't understand why the young master would treat her like this.
He... doesn't he dislike her, isn't he dissatisfied with her body?
But quickly, Harrison understood.
The bedroom lights weren't on, and in the darkness, people's senses seemed infinitely magnified. She could hear the man's shallow breaths behind her ear.
Could feel the damp, sticky breath behind her ear and his gentle kisses on her neck.
It's because the lights were off...
