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A flash of lightning cut through the sky and the light that came through the window lit up the room.
The dazzling light flashed across Horton's face paused Hilla. She suddenly fell into hesitation.
If it wasn't for the darkness in the room, if it wasn't for the wine she had drunk today, she probably wouldn't have the courage.
The short hesitation was cut off as Horton suddenly grabbed her waist.
At the moment Halle was dumbfounded, the passive receiver gained the initiative.
He pressed his body towards her, his hot breath hitting her face.
Before Halle could say anything, Horton buried his head in her neck. His husky and suppressed voice came up.
"Men should take the initiative."
As Horton's voice traveled into her ears, fitful heatwaves were brought up by his hot breath.
Her skin was like being covered with warm mist. If the light was on now, he would definitely see that her entire body was dyed crimson.
