Sophie Wilson rolled her eyes at him; this guy really was getting thicker-skinned.
Ugh... but who told her to be a good girlfriend? She should help him out.
Then...
"Shut up, you jerk!" Sophie Wilson cursed.
This bastard used to be silent, right?
What's wrong with him this time?
Her whole body was burning hot, as if she was on fire, okay?
Charles Seymour gave her an innocent look; his dark eyes were moist and full of grievance.
His white teeth lightly bit his lower lip, staying silent indeed, but... the slightly intensified breathing and the occasional unrestrained sound that slipped from his thin lips were like the most seductive temptation in the world, making Sophie's heart race. An unexplainable flame rose in her heart and quickly spread throughout her body; she was about to be burned to ashes.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but it felt like the air in the room was becoming sticky, clammy, and humid, so hot it seemed like everything was about to melt.
