As things developed as she planned, he could not help it. Thera pondered for a moment and took the initiative to put her hand around his neck. Cyril was very satisfied: "You are really smart."
Thera reluctantly laughed: "Forget the unhappiness just now, I will give you a different night to make up for it."
"Really?" What kind of special night will she bring? "However, I don't want to be watched by the band on the deck." Cyril seemed to have been used to this kind of scene: "I don't mind." "I mind!" Thera disagreed. "I don't agree to show such a private thing to others. Let's go back to the room?" "I like the feeling of excitement."
The musicians were so tacit that they dared not look at them. Thera still felt very unnatural, and someone were here, which hindered the implementation of her plan.
Cyril laughed in a low and frivolous voice: "Don't worry, they don't have the courage to look at my girl." "When someone is around, I can't concentrate on that thing. If I'm not passionate enough, it will be very boring." Thera's eyes were always seducing him.
"I'm looking forward to your passion."
He was finally persuaded and raised his hand to signal the band and everyone on the deck to leave here.
Finally, there were only two of them.
Thera's hands naturally held his neck.
The stars twinkled in the night sky, the yacht sailed forward in the wind, and the night wind blew her long hair. Her hair covered her delicate face and red lips from time to time, such as a mermaid sitting on the reef and singing.
What a wonderful picture it is.
"Wait!"
At the critical moment, she suddenly stopped him and smiled mysteriously.
Cyril was hot like a stove: "Wait? I can't wait for a second..." "Shall we have something special today?" "Special? How special do you want?" "I wanna take the initiative."
Cyril smiled and rubbed her face with his hand: "I don't mind if you like to take the initiative ." "However, I must take the initiative in the whole process." Thera picked up his tie and said, "I want to tie you to the chair with this."
"So you like SM?"
"What do you think?"
Cyril laughed wildly and put his hands in front of her cooperatively: "I'm willing to accompany you." Thera handcuffed his wrists at the back and tied them to the chair.
No wonder people said that men think with their dicks. As long as a man saw a beautiful girl, the wisest man would become an idiot. There was a smile hidden in her charming expression, and it was finally time for her to revenge.
A villa built in the mountains. In the courtyard, a man held a pistol, and each bullet hit the bull's eye accurately. Dark black hair, eyes shining like obsidian, cold and firm. He had been practicing here for six hours.
Caleb stood by. He was tired just watching him shoot. Isn't it boring for the young master to shoot with a gun for so long?
"Young master." A subordinate came to report, "After checking, Miss still has no news."
Simon put away his pistol, took off his black cowhide gloves, and took over the paper bag handed by his subordinates, which contained the clues about Thera.
As he flipped through the pages, he stood under the stars with a lonely expression.
Thera, where are you?