It Was Willingly

Franklin, who was soaking wet, stood by the door and looked around the room. The interior was decorated in a delicate medieval style, with ornaments and furniture that decorated the space in an extremely elegant way. The most eye-catching thing was the bookcase that occupied one wall.

He walked over, pulled out a book, and flipped through a few chapters.

Mona was a little stunned when she came out of the bathroom and saw him standing in front of the bookcase. She obviously wanted him to leave, but now they were in the same room together.

Why couldn't she be cruel and not go out and give him an umbrella? She let him take advantage of her and made him lose his heart.

Just now when he hugged her and kissed her, all her determination and thoughts were thrown out of the window. Her body seemed not to be her own, and she was limp and immersed in the tenderness he created.