Assassin

Irene let Ronald lie down on the bed. Just as she helped him take off his shirt, Ronald caressed Irene's body. His touch was as light as a feather, but it made Irene shudder.

Thinking that there were still soldiers guarding outside, she lowered her voice and said coquettishly, "You're injured. Don't make a scene. There are people outside listening."

Ronald got up from the bed and held the back of Irene's neck. He whispered in her ear, "Even if you're injured, it can satisfy you. Look at you. Your body is shaking so badly. I can help you."

Irene pushed him carefully to avoid the hot air that he sprayed down. "You should recover from your injury first, okay?"

Ronald stared at the side of Irene's face for a long time before he finally let go. "Okay, I'll let you off today."

Irene carefully wiped Ronald's body from front to back. Although Ronald's hands were not idle, he didn't make too much noise. Irene let him go.