Ivy Aretha took a deep breath. In dealing with Michael Gordon, one must have incredible endurance. Yes, she had to save his face this time. As a man like Michael Gordon, he must feel so embarrassed to force himself onto a woman!
Ivy Aretha was striving hard to calm herself down and hypnotize away the fact that she had pointlessly almost killed him.
"Saving my face?" Michael Gordon's good-looking brow knitted tightly, precisely landing on Ivy Aretha's trembling eyelashes. His rapid breathing sprayed on her ears, "I, Michael Gordon, am brave enough to bear the responsibility, I don't need you to save my face, speak up!"
Eventually, while speaking, Michael Gordon applied a bit more pressure onto her body. His rigid chest was close enough that it grazed against her bosom; the sense of warmth was nearly enough to shred his nerves.
Darn it, if she doesn't speak up soon, he might just follow through his threat and...do it!
