Ever since he met Lily Turner, Easton Holmes's self-control, which he had always prided himself on, had increasingly become irrelevant, even to the point of breaking down.
When he was with her, she didn't even need to intentionally tease him; the moment he saw her, his heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat. He couldn't control his impulse to pounce on her.
"Easton Holmes! I'm begging you, can you let me go just for today?" He had just worn her out in the afternoon; although she had rested for a few hours, she was still sore all over.
Seeing herself about to be carried to bed by Easton Holmes, Lily Turner couldn't care about being shy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pleaded, "I'm really tired today, can we continue tomorrow?"
To win the man's sympathy, she deliberately put on a pitiful look. Actually, she didn't even need to try; she already looked quite pitiful just now.
