The young girl's boudoir, which is dominated by pink, has curtains drawn to block out the scorching sun outside, making the whole room dim.
The girl was still sleeping, her face calm and peaceful. The man was sitting beside the bed, holding her soft white hands and rubbing them gently.
The bruise at the corner of his mouth was very obvious. He laughed at himself and felt the pain from the injury.
Just now downstairs, if he wanted to hide, Kenneth couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
But when Kenneth attacked just now, he suddenly didn't want to dodge. This punch was his way of showing respect in front of Katina's parents.
He had been following Saisha's father since he was in his teens. Influenced by him, he had never bothered to play with women. Such simple, one night stand
