He recalled Nell Harris lying beneath him earlier, crying and begging for mercy, and he felt an ache all over, an ache of restraint, about to explode.
Nell Harris's face was as red as if it were on fire. Her clothes were in disarray now, practically as if she weren't wearing anything at all. A perfectly good skirt, one she really liked, and she hadn't even worn it twice since buying it. He ripped it just like that.
Nell Harris was both angry and annoyed, but in front of Dylan Young, she was indeed more shy.
She gritted her teeth and said, "You... you... you're just a rogue..."
Dylan Young gently tugged on a strand of Nell Harris's hair, controlling his strength to avoid hurting her. He said, feeling aggrieved, "Although I've always been a gentleman, I can't withstand your kind of temptation... How can you blame me?"
Dylan Young lowered his head and lightly sniffed behind her ear, chuckling softly, "If there's any blame, it can only be on you, for being so alluring."
