Clara's tone carried a hint of warning, but her voice was so sultry it felt almost liquid.
Even she found it embarrassing when she heard herself.
Over four years, she hadn't felt it was all that difficult. Nor had she experienced any particularly strong urges. But at this moment, her serious image of herself was completely upended.
Maybe, as people online often say, women's needs awaken as they age.
Twenty is naive, thirty is like a wolf, and forty is like a tiger.
She wasn't even thirty yet—this shouldn't be happening.
Clara's gaze was a little hazy, and she didn't dare lift her head to look at the mirror where his eyes were clearly watching her.
She didn't need to look to know how red her face must have turned. It made her feel a little flustered.
Edward finally stopped teasing her, his tone tinged with schadenfreude as he asked,
"Clara, still want a kiss or not?"