Body contact was everything. He might be known as Casanova~~but he wasn't the type to fuck and impregnate someone and leave. He was careful. Besides, he won't be able to romance this woman. She's lethal.
"Just so you know, body contact is everything." He said. "It is where you communicate."
"You mean~~sex?" She asked as she crossed her arms.
"Not just that. Embrace, hug. Those are the main mental therapy."
"Oh," She only nodded her head, not showing a lot of interest. But he went on as he opened the door to her room. She entered as he followed.
"My sister is clingy and just a hug, relieves stress." He added.
She sat down and took out a cigarette from her purse. She reached for the golden lighter and lit it up. But he took it from her mouth and put it down on the ashtray.
