Ch.308
"I am not naughty," Esther tried to defend herself. She wanted to say loud and confidentially but it barely came out like a whisper, making the god of sex behind her smirk.
"Hmm… Then who was the one who stole my shirt and was wearing it to tease me? Hmm? Is it not teasing? A teaser is called naughty, Wifey," he replied in her ear again.
Esther felt embarrassed for being called naughty. She lowered her head and didn't dare to turn around.
Cyrus took the hairdryer into his hands and started drying her hair. He could see the back of her shirt slowly becoming wet and showing her skin through the almost transparent shirt. How he wished to mark those places like his own! He wanted to nip there, suck it till he could not breathe, and kiss her there. But first, he needs to dry her hair.
