Upon seeing the man's wandering hands, Amelia was a little annoyed and helpless, "Daniel Cooper, you really are a rascal."
"Mmm, I am indeed a rascal," the man's voice was low and husky, trying to kiss her while still speaking, "It's tiring to keep too many secrets. If you refuse to share them, it's up to me to make you speak..."
All the while he kissed her, his handsome face rapidly flushing. His eyes carried a bewildered intoxication and a suppressed, pent-up desire.
Amelia was shivering from his kisses. Her hands weakly pushed against his chest, "Wait... Let's shower first..."
"No need... We can shower after... "
"..."
How could it be the same? She smelled heavily of hot pot right now, and she found it offensive.
Besides, if she intended to shed the past and renew their relationship, she would prefer a beautiful start, not a rushed one in a bathroom...
"Then I'd rather answer your questions…" Amelia dodged the man while replying.
