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At that moment, Yves King, perhaps long-suppressed, no longer possessed the pure mindset and self-control he had in the army, having been corrupted by his mercenary lifestyle. Especially now, with the woman on top of him holding a special significance, one of the most important women in his life.
With one hand, he pressed down on her slender neck, kissing her fervently.
"Mommy." Maeve's sleepy voice suddenly broke through.
Maeve's call to "mommy" instantly shattered the unconscious state the two of them had been in. Wendy Quay got up with her delicate face flushed, unable to hide her embarrassment and completely at a loss.
Yves King climbed up with a forced laugh, hurriedly took a candle from the drawer, and lit it, gradually restoring light to the room. Instead of the bright white fluorescent light, the whole room was now suffused with a warm yellow candlelight, adding a touch of warmth and romantic ambiance.
