Mark Reed hugged Valentine Teller from behind, his mischievous hands roaming up and down.
"Pervert."
His hands seemed to carry electricity, causing her skin to tingle wherever they touched, with a ticklish, numbing sensation.
"Little temptress, hurry and get dressed, stop seducing me."
He chuckled, ruffling the top of her head. She could easily make him lose control, yet she still looked at him innocently.
As for him, he had to exert great effort to resist his desire for her.
"Who wants to tempt you, you big pervert! Demon!"
Blaming her for his own lust was truly more unjust than Dou E's plight.
Feeling both shy and annoyed, Valentine Teller quickly put on her clothes and shoes under his intense gaze, standing neatly in front of him.
The fire in his heart hadn't completely extinguished, still burning in his eyes.
"Wearing clothes is just like not wearing them."
Seeing the neatly dressed Valentine Teller, Mark Reed's mind still conjured her tender body.
