Looking at her blushing face, timid like a young girl's, the man's breath grew heavier, his burning gaze felt like it could devour her alive!
Tara Summer's face burned red as if it might bleed. She pushed the man forcefully and cooed reproachfully, "I really don't understand you men, where do you get all this energy from? Always ready to..."
She couldn't finish her words, because the man's forehead was already pressed against hers, their breaths intertwining, and his handsome face at close range made her heartbeat quicken, and her breathing nearly stop.
Tara Summer, you are so weak!... She cursed herself inwardly. She knew him for two years, so why did she still feel like a young girl experiencing her first crush whenever she saw his face, unable to help but be moved?!
"I think it's because you provoke it..." He suddenly pushed her down onto the sofa, his large hand beginning to undo the buttons on her blouse.
