Abigail Hemsworth's eyelids really twitched twice.
"... Or else?"
Travis Miller's gaze fell on her lips, "I think I was wrong."
Abigail Hemsworth furrowed her brows in confusion.
"I shouldn't have just thought of treating you like a porcelain doll naive to the world, hidden away. Only by exposing you to the harsh realities of society will you feel a sense of crisis."
Abigail was no fool, in some matters, some people might not see as clearly as she does.
She is always vigilant about things like a sense of crisis.
"No need, I'm very aware."
"Is that so?"
As the words fell, Abigail suddenly took a sharp breath, her eyes slightly panicky as she looked at Travis Miller.
His hand somehow reached under the blanket without her noticing, she was completely naked, and his intent was direct as he reached between her legs.
Instinctively, she clamped her legs shut.
"You won't let me touch you?"
"You... you're serious?"
See.
She figured he wouldn't easily take her.
