Daniel Cooper furrowed his ink-black eyebrows, looking towards the distant sky, his grip on her arm slightly loosening.
"Bend over, chest up, shoulders down, and legs apart..."
Amelia, "..."
Endure this b*stard, she wanted to see just how far he could push his dirty tricks!
She followed his instructions with a tense face, but the position was indeed awkward—
As she pushed her chest out, her buttocks inadvertently perked up, and as she straightened her waist, she accidentally touched his...
Daniel knew she didn't do it on purpose, and even saw her trying her utmost to avoid contact, but the more evasive she was, the more his heart itched.
He really brought this upon himself and was about to go insane.
Closing his eyes deeply, just before his composure broke, he grabbed Amelia's hand and hastily swung the golf club to hit the ball out.
He didn't know if it went in the hole, or where it flew off to; his mind was filled with the image of Amelia's enchanting figure.
