Dylan Young nodded earnestly: "Hmm, just a kiss. You don't believe what I say?"
Nell Harris bit her lip and hesitated for a moment: "Then... fine."
As soon as she finished speaking, Nell Harris felt a bit regretful. But Dylan Young didn't give her any time to regret, as he swooped down aggressively.
At the moment her lips were sealed, Nell Harris thought in her heart, Dylan, you should keep your word, right?
But the truth was, she thought too highly of Dylan Young.
Can a man's words at such a moment be trusted? After all, she was too naive.
After a long time, Nell Harris was already lying on Dylan Young's bedroom bed, her long hair scattered like seaweed on the bed, capable of entangling the human heart.
The cicadas outside the window kept chirping noisily. Without leaving the room, just hearing the sound of cicadas, one could imagine how hot it was outside.
However, at this moment, the atmosphere inside the room was even hotter than outside.
