Abigail Hemsworth raised an eyebrow, reached out, and hooked Travis Miller's tie, pulling it off and wrapping it around her hand.
"Comrade Travis Miller, you're only three years older than me, yet your conservative mindset on certain things is like that of an old cadre."
Travis looked down at her pale slender fingers, twisted the tie, and dangled it in front of him.
"But your self-control doesn't seem too good, you didn't plan on doing anything with me at eighteen, yet we still ended up in bed..."
Her words were soft and gentle, spoken with a twist and a long ending, the eighteen-year-old woman in front of him charming like a little siren.
He reached out and grabbed her hand, speaking with a low, husky, and warm voice, "Did I make a mistake with my self-control over you?"
His naturally melodious voice sounded good no matter what, and now, with only two people in the study, the lowered voice changed the atmosphere to one where anything could happen at any moment.
