Two people locked eyes, and Ethlando still had a cold and indifferent expression, showing no signs of desire.
"Mr. Stone... don't forget what you promised me yesterday..." Halueth felt that the current Ethlando, who was so different from the tender and loving man in bed, was like a completely different person.
He inexplicably lost his confidence.
"Don't forget what you promised me last night either, Luethy." The man intentionally called him by an affectionate nickname.
In reality, Ethlando didn't have a special fetish for people wearing women's clothing.
But Halueth was fair-skinned and beautiful, with delicate and slender bones, and every time he saw his body, he couldn't help but imagine what he would look like in a skirt.
It would be best if it were a red skirt, accentuating his fair-as-snow skin, and he wouldn't wear anything underneath, so he could have his way with his little opening at a moment's notice.
