Thinking about the initial pain, Jenson was inexplicably angry.
She couldn't help but push Silas Caldwell and kicked him again: "I don't owe you anything now, get the hell out of my house."
Silas was kicked off the bed by her, then he woke up.
He sat up and glared fiercely at Jenson.
Jenson ignored his anger and turned over to sleep.
Silas stood up, headed to the bathroom, and washed up with cold water.
After coming out, he looked at Jenson who was still lying on the bed. Staring at her upturned, shapely backside and the faintly visible dark area, all the blood in his body rushed to his head in an instant.
He couldn't help himself again.
Leaning over, he directly plunged in.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard, a soft moan escaped Jenson's mouth.
When she realized what Silas had done to her, she immediately started cursing: "Silas, are you fucking looking for death? Do you believe I'll skin you alive later?"
Silas ignored her and moved even faster.
"Mmm..."
