The joyful sound of the video fell silent.
"Hey?" Elise Don wanted to protest, but the chest pressing against her back was scorching hot.
Though it was early spring, the room was getting warmer.
Oliver Bloom's intentions were too obvious, certain parts of his body that were already evident were moving, slow and tentative.
"No."
Elise Don protested.
Her period was about to start, and her lower abdomen felt a bit uncomfortable; she really didn't feel like it.
But Oliver Bloom made a sound during the inspection, then showed his hand to Elise Don, "But it says it's okay."
The room was filled with night, and the glimmering water reflections were particularly dazzling.
Elise Don's face was flushed with heat, "It's all because you did it on purpose, seriously, it's not okay."
Oliver Bloom smiled, with a gentle reprimand, as if not believing her sly character, forcefully engulfing her.
