"Didn't I just clean myself up and come over to serve you properly?" Someone stylishly tugged off the towel around his waist and climbed onto the bed.
"By the way, I have a favor to ask you." He pressed her under him, his handsome face enlarging in her pupils.
"What is it..."
"Help me say some good words about my second brother in front of Eva Miller."
"Huh?" Sophie Smith was a bit surprised, not expecting Asher Land to be so concerned about his second brother's affairs.
"No way..." Sophie muttered, "Your attitude when asking for favors is bad."
Asher Land, even when asking for help, always carried an inherent arrogance and domineering tone, asking seemed no different than commanding.
"Whether my attitude is good or not, you'll find out in a bit."
Before Sophie could react, Asher Land's lips covered hers, and it would only take a moment for Sophie to feel something.
Her body had been trained to be too sensitive.
