Her fingertips pinched his arm, a sharp pain followed, Arlo Seys slightly knitted his brows looking at the person below him, Ariel Morris's panic didn't escape his eyes.
He looked at her bewildered and frightened appearance, his vision somewhat blurred, as if seeing Ariel Morris from that night at the hotel eight years ago, back then she was just like she is now beneath him.
That night at the Imperial Garden Hotel eight years ago, the sensation then was sweet and wonderful, Arlo Seys only felt a fiery heat wanting to erupt.
With deep eyes, he stared at the person beneath him for several seconds, a chill in his gaze, he lowered his head and fiercely kissed Ariel Morris's fair neck.
His directness made Ariel Morris panic, she looked at him, her voice carrying a plea, "Arlo Seys--- today, could you---- not..."
Arlo Seys completely ignored her, his hand traveled upwards all the way, heading straight to the center.
