When they went upstairs and walked inside their room, Ethan clasped her hands and easily clasped her hands behind her. She accidentally fell on his lap.
A slightly unpleasant gaze accidentally fixed on her collar.
Her clothes were torn open by two buttons, and her white skin was exposed.
The skin beneath the collar was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat. Under the light, it shone with a gleaming lustier.
Ethan felt like a fire rising from his lower abdomen. He was about to touch her body from her collar.
Ethan's forehead, in the room with the air conditioner on, had a slight sweat. Daniella's hands were clasped behind him. She looked at him innocently.
Ethan's habitual cold eyes fell on her undulating body, "Did you miss me?"
Daniella wanted to speak, and she didn't want to offend him. But what she said is moaning, like an emotional woman.
