"Knock, knock, knock" The servant politely knocked at the door, and her cowardly voice sounded outside: "Master, dinner is ready." Only then did Thera realize that it was late in the evening.
The roses in the yard, like thick ink splashed in a painting, looked so weird. After being tortured by him for so long without eating, she was already hungry.
Cyril opened the wardrobe and picked up a lingerie and threw it on the bed.
As soon as he untied tie, Thera rushed madly at him. He would never give her a chance to hurt him again. While avoiding her attack, he easily suppressed her in bed!
The tall man looked down at her and said, "every time you hurt me, I will get back at you once to see who hurts worse and deeper." When he said the word "worse and deeper", he deliberately increased his tone and showed strong interest.
Thera looked at him angrily: "you have had enough fun, I have also been tortured by you enough, when to let me go!" "I can let you go." "Really?" "it's up to my mood." This was bullshit!
"You are so rebellious that you dare even whip me," Cyril said jokingly. "You insult me and disdain me, all of which makes me feel bad." Thera's mood was ten times worse than him, a hundred times! "In such a bad mood, why should I let you go?"
"You've talked so much that you won't let me go, will you?" Thera asked impatiently. "what a temper." Cyril pinched her chin, and no one dared to yell at him and lose temper with him.
Oddly enough, he was not angry at all. "I told you, if you want to go, it depends on my mood." When I'm in a good mood, I'll naturally consider your proposal. "
Thera hesitated for a moment. After a moment of silence, she asked, "how can you be in a good mood?" Cyril was very satisfied to see that she finally gave in. "It depends on your understanding, put on your lingerie and get ready for dinner."
Thera picked up that, which was a coquettish lace style. That was very short, only to the root of the thigh, skirt placed in an irregular petal shape.
It was said that rich people had special hobbies. "Do I have to wear this?"
"I don't mind if you wear nothing." Thera was so angry that she wanted to slap him in the face, directly into the Pacific Ocean.
His existence was a waste of air. Why would God give him such wealth and appearance? it was a waste. He touched her hair. "I've seen it all over you." Without looking at him, Thera turned and went into the bathroom, closed the door hard.
Fucking lingerie, damn man.
Nearly transparent clothes highlight her figure. She was not wearing bra, showing plump breasts, very sexy. She might as well not wear it like this.
Thought about it. Thera's eyes fall on the curtain and found that the green curtains were superior at first sight.
Thera opened the drawer, found a big pair of scissors, and then cut out a piece of curtains. She had studied some clothing design, not particularly professional, but she had the ability to sew and mend clothes.
The cloth was straight and good, and it was no different in size than she had predicted.