"Mmm..." The little woman below him awkwardly moved, like he was stroking her, but the heat in her lower belly was ignited by her touch. Baron Lawrence groaned softly, raising his head, his long neck like a dying swan, elegant and proud. At the moment of release, he bent his body and grabbed the wrist of the little woman who was still groping him. Due to a big movement, he pulled on the numerous wounds around his waist and abdomen, and he subconsciously covered the injury while stifling a groan.
Enna Clark immediately stood up, pushing him onto the couch. Her cheeks were still flushed, but her expression became serious, "Don't move, let me see."
"I'm fine." Baron Lawrence blocked her hand and dodged.
"If you're fine, let me see." Enna Clark didn't let him avoid her, she stared at him with bright eyes and pulled open his shirt.
The toned waist was instantly exposed.
It was strong and full of hidden energy!
