As soon as they entered the elevator, Lydia Brooks clung to Lucas Hughes like a snake.
Her whole body was soft and boneless, making him want to squeeze her hard.
"I missed you too, you little minx, after all these years you're still as naughty as before!"
Lucas Hughes was instantly aflame.
The blood flowed rapidly through his whole body, as if ignited by a blazing fire.
The light reflected in the elevator, casting mottled shadows, Lydia Brooks' hair stuck to her temples because of the warm sweat.
She held Lucas Hughes with her legs and wrapped her hands around his neck, resting against his chest, her neck arched with an enchanting curve, stirring an irresistible urge to tear her apart.
Needless to say, Lucas Hughes could no longer contain himself.
"Mm! Lucas, I really love you, love you so much, miss you, miss you terribly. You don't know, these years abroad, I often dream of moments when we're tangled together."
