Tara Summer's hand rested on the quilt as she pushed him, her beautiful eyebrows tightly knitted together, her face a picture of helplessness, "Liam Yancey, let's talk this over!"
"Talk over?" The man raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"Right, let's discuss this!..." Tara Summer sat up straight, her expression suddenly became very serious, and she leaned close to his ear to whisper.
No one knew what she said, but the man's handsome face gradually darkened, becoming more and more unpleasant.
"Tara Summer, it seems that last night didn't teach you a lesson!?" He hooked his lips, his smile cold and intimidating, enough to make one's heart skip a beat, "Right? Hm!?"
He stroked her black hair at the back of her head, and although he was smiling at the lips, the smile did not reach his eyes.
"Is that not okay?" Tara Summer felt a tingling on her scalp.
"What do you think?" The man sneered coldly, thinking about her so-called "discussion," and his dark pupils slowly narrowed.
