Sophie Sullivan couldn't help but click her tongue twice, surprised beyond measure, "Thomas Shannon, then you tell me, what's my identity like?"
Huh, usually always keeping things hidden, but now finally some truth might come out.
She didn't dare easily provoke him.
Especially since the gauze on the face hasn't been removed yet, if it sweats, wouldn't the wound worsen?
"Guess, what's your identity in my heart." Although her hand was ruthlessly slapped away, Thomas Shannon quickly grasped her soft and boneless tiny hands, squeezing and playing with them.
Sophie widened her beautiful eyes, "Thomas Shannon, I'm asking you a question, how can you throw it back at me?"
Shameless!
"Really want to know?" Thomas Shannon chuckled, his firm chest vibrating, the laughter deep and low.
So sexy!
Sophie barely moved her gaze away, taking a deep breath secretly, sighing silently in her heart, truly a man~ is~ alluring!
