Vichy was breathless.
The driver put down the partition calmly. In such a large space, the atmosphere became particularly compelling because of his oppression.
"How long can you hold on?" Looking at him, Vichy didn’t avoid nor even struggle.
His pupils shrank and his breath became heavier. "Vichy, do you know if a woman says this, she is forcing a man to prove himself!"
She snorted coldly and closed her eyes slightly. "Then come on. If I go and find a guy, it's also expensive. You are free and in good shape. Why should I refuse you?"
"Vichy Sullivan!" He bit his teeth as if he wanted to grind her, and his breath was more condensed.
She smiled, as bright as the sun.
His eyes were punctured and he suddenly loosened her. "Go and change your clothes!"
She looked down at herself. She was dressed……
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