If You Want Me

Then everything began to decrease.

It could start with IQ.

Fortunately, this kind of situation would only happen when he was there, and everything would be normal at other times.

When she came to H Country, she saw a saying, but she couldn't remember the accurate words. She only remembered the general meaning.

They knew they couldn't get it, but they were obsessive about it, which was called delusion.

But when she saw that man, it was impossible for her not to have any romantic fantasies.

The existence of such a person was just like the walking aphrodisiac.

With the white coat on, Tristan looked much cleaner than before.

It was a pity that everything was just a false appearance created by the skins.

"Don't you stay for dinner? I'll cook by myself. Last time you said the food there was good, I deliberately learned a few skills, and then I can show you."

Angie looked at the man squatting in front of the big golden retriever, whispering, hoping that he could change his answer.

'I really don't understand why a muddle headed golden dog would be more important compared with a living person's companion?'

If it were not for his indifferent attitude towards everyone, she would have been really easy to misunderstand.

"You should keep this thought on Richie. Now that you have this idea, you can ask him to have dinner with you. Then I'll leave first."

"But..."

The man stood up and put his long fingers, which had just combed the hair of the dog, on her red lips. The smile at the corner of his mouth, from her point of view, revealed a touch of evil.

It was not very obvious, but she could not ignore it.

"Now you should have a clear belief that it's much more interesting to handle the task of Richie than pretending to be a lady with me to have a meal in silence."

Angie kept shaking her head in her heart.

No, she didn't think it was meaningful to dine with the man who smiled so bitterly, as if he was trying to kill her whole family.

And to her, Tristan was more important than an

rst.

Unfortunately, she didn't want to waste too much time.

Putting down her phone, Consuela pinched her forehead to steady her breath. She wasn't lying. In fact, someone had forced him to drink some wine. They had drunk a lot and was drunk at the dinner table. Finally, he had no choice but to be driven back home by Tim.

He fell asleep soon after he arrived at the villa.

She didn't want to get too close to this man with a big belly, and although he was asleep, he was still affectionate and resisted other people's touch.

In the end, Consuela gnashed her teeth and asked Tim to put him into the bed of the master bedroom.

Although she couldn't help him take a shower, she could ask Miranda to get some water and dry a towel to help him wipe the sweat.

The fingers lightly slid through the man's skin, causing him to tremble on the white and sexy torso. And the man even blurted out a dirty word.

He said in a low voice. If she didn't come a little close to him, she would not be able to hear what he said at all.

Obviously, he didn't say anything dirty.

He said in a hoarse voice, "what the fuck!"

The breath coming out of his thin lips, mixed with the heavy smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and the tar destroyed his mind.

She paused for a while, but after a moment, the uncomfortable man turned around and shook her hand off.