The autumn clothes aren't thick, easy to remove. In no time, Valentine Teller is left standing in her underwear, seductive yet shy, in front of him.
"Darling, have you turned into a vixen? You have me utterly spellbound all day long."
Mark Reed pulls her into his embrace and tosses her onto the bed.
Valentine shyly covers her chest, his burning gaze making her unable to lift her head.
On the small bed, the two of them are entangled fiercely, filling the room with a decadent scent of desire.
After a long silence, there's suddenly a knock on the door, accompanied by Turstin Muller's anxious call, "Valentine, Valentine, open the door..."
Hearing Turstin's voice, Valentine is startled and sits up in bed.
Oh no, he's here!
Pretend I'm not at home?
But the lights in the house are on, he surely knows she's here.
"Ignore him." Mark lazily opens his eyes, pulling Valentine back into his arms, holding her comfortably, filled with happiness, and a surge of triumphant delight.
