"Ugh, what's that, it's so hot, honey, get it away…"
He hugged her waist, snuggling.
"What do you mean by 'get it away'?" His face turned dark; clearly, she's holding onto him tightly, and now she's asking him to move?
"Don't hold so tight."
Eva quickly let go of her grip and rushed out of the bathroom, leaving him alone inside.
He smirked with a smile.
...
Eva lay on the big bed, feeling like she'd just stumbled into a minefield. Thankfully, she reacted quickly and escaped immediately, but even though she's away from that dangerous Dark Lord now, she still feels hot, her heart beating fast and unable to sleep.
Who knows how long it took before Lucas Knight finally came out of the room.
A towel wrapped around his waist, showcasing firm muscles, radiating male charm and restraint—so manly.
Standing almost 1.91 meters tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, the muscle lines on his abdomen beautifully formed an inverted triangle leading straight to the unspeakable area.
