When the man's large hand touched her back, feeling the texture of skin contact, Cecilia Vaughn suddenly realized that her back was completely uncovered...
Wait, where's her dress?
Cecilia looked down in shock and only then discovered that the front of the invaluable Purple Wisteria Skirt was also torn and tattered, almost beyond repair.
She initially thought about taking it back to fix it; with such good craftsmanship, it would be a shame if she couldn't wear it again later!
"Still have the mind to drift off, hmm?"
Adrian Law's eagle eyes deepened, and he playfully bit Cecilia's lip, not too hard, but enough to redirect her attention.
Ouch!
Adrian Law, that bastard!
Cecilia looked up unhappily, just about to voice her complaint, when the man pressed down on her again.
The man's large hand was cool to the touch, mirroring the abstinent, cold demeanor of Adrian's face, layered with an air of disquiet. Cecilia was forced to meet the man's tongue, entangled with him.
