Sima scolded the others on the bed.
But the earl waved his hand again.
"They have to stay here, or else I'll be a little troubled in the future.”
"Ah?"
"Oh, okay, okay."
Sima nodded with a smile, but at the same time, he couldn't help but grumble to the earl. He didn't expect that the dignified Earl Cecil, who was rumored to be the most upright noble, would be like him and like this!
"Come on."
The count's voice interrupted Sima, and he opened his arms to the woman on the bed.
"You're too anxious, but I like it! I'm not joking. Earl, I can do whatever position you want..."
Sima leaned over with a coquettish voice.
He lay in front of the Earl's broad and thick chest.
She pretended to be a little woman and wanted to raise her head to look up at the Count's handsome face.
But...
Sima's coquettish eyes were like silk, and soon, her soul was scattered.
