"So beautiful," Mark Reed gazed obsessively at Valentine Teller.
She was as perfect as a work of art, every part so enticing that he didn't know how to proceed.
Under the white light, Valentine's pink skin was as bright as the moon, pure and clean like a lily, tempting him to swallow hard.
His gaze was so intense, it seemed like he was going to burn her up.
Valentine shyly covered her face, truly feeling embarrassed.
After the passion, Valentine, lying weakly in Mark's arms, teasingly complained, "You're so bad, taking advantage of me again."
"It's more like you took advantage of me, tempting me like that right in front of my eyes."
Having gotten the upper hand, Mark, still catching his breath, pushed the blame onto Valentine.
If she hadn't come, even if he wanted it, he'd have to restrain himself, only imagining it silently.
She came over herself, wasn't it on purpose to entice him?
So, the responsibility was all hers, he was innocent, led astray by her.
