David Redington took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the strange feeling in his lower abdomen.
His handsome and cold face deliberately darkened, and he said low and seriously: "Leslie Howard, after all, you are a girl. What you did four years ago, climbing into bed on your own initiative, was because you were immature. Four years have passed, and you haven't made any progress at all, still so..."
"Still so shameless, aren't I?"
Leslie Howard slightly tilted her head, not only did she not retreat, but her nimble hand slipped out of David Redington's hand and took the initiative to wrap around his strong, lean waist.
She raised her head to look at him, her small chin resting against his broad and fair chest, and her delicate little mouth opened and closed, like the deepest temptation.
Hearing the word 'shameless' uttered from the woman's delicate and soft lips.
For some reason, David Redington found it extremely grating.
