Thera vented all her anger on his hair, making a mess. Cyril half opened his eyes and didn't care what his hair looked like by her. Thera wanted to turn him into Superman, Iron Man, Batman.
Unfortunately his hair was not long enough, and bubbles were not as good as hair gel. Finally, Cyril could not help but ask, "for the first time? Your technique is so bad."
Thera pretended to respond calmly: "You are the first." Cyril was very satisfied: "I will also be the last." In fact, he was not the first, the first is...
The face of the man came to her mind again, and the black pupils were like black holes, which could suck people in.
She used to think that when she gave him all her intimate first-time, they would be together forever. But he was engaged to someone else, and she lost all her first time.
They were destined not to belong to each other. The eyes of the girl were dim, and her fingernail snapped in the hair of Cyril's.
Thera took out her hand, bleeding from the broken part of her nails, and felt a tingling pain when the wound was stained with shampoo. She washed in the water.
Suddenly the wrist was held and the finger was contained in the warm mouth. Thera couldn't help shaking all over and looked up in surprise.
Cyril sucked the blood off her finger and pinched her finger and said defiantly, "Your body belongs to me. How dare you get hurt without my permission?"
"Clumsy girl."
Cyril jumped out of the bathtub and told the maid to bring a Band-Aid. Her injured finger was wrapped carefully. "You should be careful not to touch the water, this is anti-inflammatory drug." "anti-inflammatory drug? "
It was just a broken nail. Why bother?
If he really loved her, he wouldn't beat her with a whip!
"Don't bother so much." Thera put down the medicine calmly.
The servant took the medicine again and gave it to her: "No, you have to take it now... If your wound is infected, you will infect the young master."
Thera realized that she didn't take the medicine for herself, but for him! She had an impulse to put all the drugs in his mouth.
In the bath, the petals were floating on the water.
Cyril had a lot of thoughts. The servant knelt down to serve him. The servant was scrubbing his chest, which was also a girl's hand. Instead of enjoying it, but made all his desires disappear.
What kind of girl was she?
Her background and everything were riddles. Cyril closed his eyes and thought about what had just happened. This was the first time he was so curious about a girl.
He suddenly opened eyes and saw that the servant was looking at him with shyness and admiration. He could't help feeling a little disappointed.
Thera put on clean clothes in the dressing room and leant against the wall.
Damn it, he was like a wild animal that would be in heat at any time! She must find a way to leave here as soon as possible. But where was the island? Who was she going to call to save her?
Out of the dressing room with dissatisfaction and worry, the servant took a mobile phone and said, "Miss, this is what the young master asked me to give you."
Thera then turned on the screen, and it was obviously his follower's mobile phone.
"No signal?"
"There is no signal temporarily due to the storm interference."
"When can I call?"