"Allen..." Aurora Richardson called out softly again, "What are you doing? Give me my skirt back."
Joshua Campbell's Adam's apple moved quickly twice. He reached out and pulled apart the two hands covering Aurora's chest. His voice became hoarse due to excitement.
"Aurora, tell me... What should I do?" Joshua's hand touched Aurora's soft shoulder.
"I don't..." Before Aurora could finish her sentence, her mouth was covered. She whimpered.
Jaylene was sweating with anxiety, peeking through the gap. Joshua had already picked up Aurora and placed her on the red sofa.
Aurora's delicate white body on the bright red sofa seemed like a white lotus flower placed on a red leaf, the contrast striking and stunning.
"Now you know why I cancelled the engagement with her," Joseph Thompson's deep and husky voice sounded in her ear, while his hand was already dishonestly fumbling with the buttons of her clothes.
