Can’t I Humour You?

Cyril was reading a book in his study as a message from Arvin popped up. When he tapped it, he saw a video taken directly across the room.

Aurora shyly sat in Arvin's arms. As the angle of the shot was from Aurora's back, she was wearing a triangle swimsuit. Although her upper body was covered by a white towel, her two full buttocks were more attractive because she was bending over, and her legs were clearly exposed to the view.

His face grew darker and darker, until he saw Aurora take the initiative to kiss Arvin, then he quickly turned his phone off.

As if he closes it fast enough, he won't see anything.

Then Arvin's message popped up below: Miss Carlsson really deserves her name.

His fists were clenched and he didn't know who to call for a while. Hesitating at a moment, Arvin called him. Until the ringing was almost over before he picked up the phone.

"What?" He sounded cold.

"Did you see the video I sent you?" The voices of others were mingled with Arvin's.