On this day, on the outskirts of New York, an amorous and suggestive atmosphere filled Nora's entire villa.
A full and satisfied Mr. Hunt held Nora in his arms, his fingers stroking her back again and again. On his countenance was a look of contentment that had never been there before.
His dark eyes were so deep and bottomless that no one would dare to look into them. When one glanced at them, it was as if they were looking at the deep and boundless starry sky. The man asked hoarsely, "Nora, are you sleepy?"
Nora was a little tired, though for once, she was surprisingly not very sleepy. She pushed Justin away and got up. The quilt slid down her fair skin.
She was very fair, which made the numerous marks and love-bites on her body look a little alarming as if she had been abused.
At the sight, the look in Justin's eyes deepened again.
