"Is it bad?" Savannah worried that too little drink would have no effect.
"A lot of progress." He was not a charmer.
"Then why don't you have more?" asked Savannah, raising her charming and dewy eyes.
In front of her dreamy eyes, Dylan could not help himself, and he finished it off.
Savannah heaved a sigh of relief, twisting the hem of her dress around her fingers.
She carried the bowl down the stairs and then dawdled for a while, deliberately waiting for the pill to work. When she went upstairs and entered the room again, sure enough, she found Dylan looked strange on the sofa.
She could see the top of his chest through the open buttons of his shirt and small beads of moisture lying there upon his white skin; an unusual pink flush was on his handsome face, and his breathing was a little unstable, which could be clearly heard in the quiet room.
The blue pill was quite effective.
No wonder it was welcomed in the male world!
