A mist hovered over the hot spring pool scattered with rose petals. She lay by the edge of the pool, the white mist swirling around her. Her hair was wet, and her eyes were misty.
Some things shouldn't be thought about.
Once they start, it's hard to stop.
Matthew Saxon's gaze suddenly became dark, with a glimmer of burning fire.
He watched Scarlett Yates intently and called out softly, "Scarlett."
"Matthew Saxon, my, my leg really hurts, as if it's burning with fire." Scarlett Yates was already flustered, mustering up the courage to glance at him, and saw Matthew Saxon's eyes staring intently at her, as if they were glowing green, showing that predatory look.
Her heart panicked even more, hurriedly averting her gaze, feeling as if it might leap out of her chest.
Hearing her say her leg hurt, Matthew Saxon frowned, the hint of desire quickly suppressed. He took the antiseptic from the medicine box, sat by the bed, and asked her to extend her injured leg.
