[Looks good.]
Maeve: "..."
Before she could even send her message, some guy had already taken advantage, making her a bit annoyed, so she typed faster.
[Can you focus on the main point, Julian Fairchild? Look at the mess you made.]
She deliberately marked the bruise on her calf with a red pen.
[If it wasn't for my roommate reminding me, I wouldn't have noticed.]
And Julian Fairchild quickly received her message.
[If it wasn't for my roommate reminding me, I wouldn't have noticed.]
The picture the girl sent was obviously taken casually, but her skin was still dazzlingly fair.
On her fine white calf, akin to jade, there was a faint bruise, with some places even slightly scraped.
He almost instantly thought of last night's fervent entanglement.
[Can't you be a bit more gentle?]
