"Tilly..."
"..."
"Let's get remarried."
"No."
Late morning.
Brazen passion in broad daylight.
Tilly Flower had no idea why Sophia Phoenix had suddenly become so enthusiastic about such matters recently.
Although she did indeed find it pleasurable, she couldn't help but think that if this went on, she might end up with weakened kidneys...
...
After taking a bath, Tilly laid on the bed languidly, while Sophia Phoenix sat by the bed, holding her waist.
"Is it really that comfortable?"
He looked at her seductive little face with a somewhat playful tone.
"It's alright..." Tilly mumbled sleepily.
"Is it Brook Albright who makes you comfortable, or is it me?"
Tilly curled up, pulled the blanket over her, and tunneled in, ignoring him.
Sophia Phoenix lowered his gaze and chuckled softly, looking at her peacefully sleeping face, his eyes dark with depth.
