The man walked over to the bed. His jet-black hair was still a bit damp. He was clad in a black silk robe, his enchantingly handsome face was inscrutable, and he stared at the woman for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching subtly.
He climbed onto the bed, and after lying down, he turned his head to look at Tara Summer. She was curled up at the edge of the bed, about three to four metres away from him.
He sneered coldly and closed his eyes...
Tara slept extremely peacefully this time. She felt like she was lying on a sponge, feeling utterly comfortable all over. Unable to resist, she hugged the 'sponge', and stretched out her hand to pull on it, adjusting to the most comfortable position.
But suddenly, her wrist was grabbed forcefully by someone, the grip was so strong that it almost felt like her bones were about to break.
