"Uncle Swallow." She called him indifferently, removing the hair tie from her head and allowing her delicate curls to cascade over her shoulders. Kicking off her crystal high heels, she gracefully climbed into bed, looking at Liam Swallow's thin face, her cheeks flushed with seductive color. The corner of her lips curled into an enchanting arch, "Shall we take our time and enjoy this?"
Liam Swallow's breathing became rapid, the effects of the drug taking hold quickly. In his vision, the woman's provocative and malicious smile was reflected.
He didn't speak, struggling to stand up on the bed, stumbling to get off. Abigail Moore watched from the side for a moment, then lazily smiled and grabbed Liam Swallow's wrist.
The man's body temperature had risen, her fingertips cold as ice. Liam Swallow shivered violently then tried to shake off her grip, but Abigail held him down on the bed.
