"I didn't spread it." Yvonne Young denied it, feeling exhausted.
Spencer Sullivan didn't listen to her explanation at all. He got close to her face and warned, "Don't test a man's dignity in this regard. Your sister did this kind of thing before, and she couldn't get out of bed for days."
Yvonne Young: Pah! Bullshit.
It was just a quick session on the sofa, and he left after getting dressed. There's no way she'd be unable to get out of bed for days.
Anyway, 'she' is dead now, and there's no evidence to refute his claims. He can boast about being able to last all night in the past, but there's no proof to contradict that.
She rolled her eyes at Spencer Sullivan. His strong masculine presence hit her up close, and her blood boiled rapidly.
Spencer Sullivan was no different. His body temperature soared, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he felt like he couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted to hug the woman by the waist and carry her upstairs directly.
