"Sorry, that was my fault." Adrian Quincy pulled the blanket back over her, then turned and got out of bed.
Seeing the powerful muscles of his back, Claire Sinclair couldn't help but gasp. His back was covered in scratches—all her handiwork.
"Um... does it hurt?"
"Hmm?" Adrian Quincy was confused.
Claire Sinclair said sheepishly, "I scratched up your back."
"Don't worry about it. You were just scratching an itch for me."
"..." 'But I know I was scratching really hard! This guy is so thick-skinned!'
Adrian Quincy said nonchalantly, "You took the morning-after pill yesterday. It's effective for 72 hours, so you don't need to worry."
"Huh?" 'So it works like that?' Claire Sinclair had always thought the morning-after pill was only good for one time.
'Hahaha... I feel so naive all of a sudden.'
The man spoke again. "I'll use a condom next time."
'I don't want there to be a next time!'
