She lowered her head, her face buried in her knees, leaving him only a thin and frail back.
The somewhat unsatisfied man frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with your body?"
Aldana Candi lowered her eyes, "It hurts a lot."
"Did I hurt you?"
This was simply an insult to his skills.
She pressed her lips together slightly, as if in silent resistance, fell silent, and said nothing more.
Philip Shaw dried her hair, walked over, and steadily picked her up from the sofa.
Aldana Candi's body stiffened for a moment, struggling, "I can walk by myself."
He patted her butt, "Don't move."
Then he carried her to the bed.
This woman really liked to move around, did she not realize that could ignite a fire?
The man held her tightly, placing her on the pillow, she looked up at the man standing by the bed, he was wearing a black bathrobe, his hair was damp, yet he still appeared handsome and perfect.
This man was really handsome, very charming.
