Laura Quincy suddenly felt a dryness in her mouth...
There was a tearing sound—
Laura stared in horror at the man in front of her. Was he really serious about this?
What the heck!
Isn't this a bit too bold and explicit in a place like this?
"No!"
"No? Weren't you just saying how much you liked it here? Don't you like it anymore?"
Jason Hawthorne gently stroked her soft cheek, his expression wickedly alluring.
Laura's heart was pounding like a drum, and she tried to reassure herself that The Demon King was just trying to scare her, punishing her for playing hide-and-seek with him earlier...
She gulped nervously, "What I like is the night view here."
Jason Hawthorne's voice had a playful lilt, "Oh? Isn't it more romantic to do what you like under the starry sky and dazzling nightscape?"
Jason Hawthorne's cool, sexy lips lightly brushed against her sensitive ear, deliberately exhaling a warm breath that tantalized her senses.
"This is an open area..."
