Rae Bennett was laid on the bed by Wyatt Wright.
His patience had vanished, and after undoing just three buttons, he directly lifted the hem of her shirt and threw it on the floor.
The scars on his abs were attractive, wild, sexy, and full of strength.
Rae poked at them with her fingers, unable to hold back a laugh.
Wyatt leaned over and kissed her, "What's so funny?"
"You're like a monk who's been bewitched by a fairy." Her arms were soft like tender lotus roots as she clung to Wyatt's neck, furrowed her brow, and complained coquettishly, "You used to be so difficult."
Let alone taking off his clothes, one couldn't even touch a corner of them.
Wyatt fetched something from the bedside drawer and tore it open with his teeth, "If it's you, I'm not difficult, you just never saw it."
She would never know how many outrageous and chaotic dreams he had had about her.
The moon from those dreams now lay on his bed.
