"Itchy?" Jared Quinn grabbed her slightly restless fingers, drawing closer again, his sizzling, heavy breaths continuously sprayed on the side of her neck, his long fingers carefully peeling off the band-aid,
The cautious appearance seemed to be caring for a porcelain doll that would shatter at the slightest touch.
The long, slender wound inside had already healed, leaving a long mark, and there was no need to stick the band-aid anymore.
"Just endure for two more days, it'll be fine" Jared Quinn casually tossed the band-aid into the trash can.
Melody Thorne casually touched it, knowing the wound was about to heal, her mood was much better, she hadn't been free yet, hadn't met more rich and handsome men, how could she ruin her face now?
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The Adler Family.
In the black, dimly lit room, the complex deep purple curtains flowed, a man in a white suit held a glass of scarlet wine.
