Yvette was just out of a shower and deliberately put on a conservative nightdress that reached her ankles.
However, after Yvette was thrown onto the bed rudely, her dress was lifted up by more than half, revealing a pair of fair and straight legs.
The light from the night lamp shone on Yvette's skin, giving her a gentle glow.
Lance's eyes couldn't help but darken. He knelt on the bed and his suit pants tightened.
Yvette got frightened. She reached out and pushed Lance, saying in a trembling voice, "Lance, what are you doing? Are you crazy? We are divorced. You can't do this..."
Before Yvette could finish her words, her wrists were already restrained by Lance's strong palm and raised above her head.
"Yes! I am crazy."
When Lance had a bipolar episode, he was one step away from a madman.
These two years of life and work were satisfactory, and Lance was well under control.
