Once? Not enough

Chapter 6: Can you turn off the lights?

Evan didn't expect her to come back.

He looked up at her tear-stained face, which seemed even more pitiful than before, her lip bitten, her eyes red and swollen, her tears sliding silently down her face, suppressing wretchedness and despair.

He seemed irritated by something.

He turned on his side and leaned against the liquor cabinet.

"Are you sure?"

Amy clutched her fingers. "I'm short of money."

"Same old rule, trousers down."

Evan said faintly, wanting to see if she would go for it or not.

Amy huffed, closed the door, stepped in, and began to take off her jacket.

The thin fabric was quickly removed entirely and thrown to the floor.

Then came the trousers.

With a click, the baggy jeans fell neatly to the floor, leaving only a snug little two-piece.

Amy reached behind her and felt the metal clasp on her back.

She closed her eyes and undid it without thinking.

There was a sense of sadness as if she were about to die.

Evan looked at the girl in front of him calmly.

Her skin was quite white, a little eye-catching in the light, her waist was very thin, just a handful, her body was small, and her legs were well-proportioned.

Her hair was messy and plastered to her face, tears sliding silently, a pitiful look that made people want to ravage.

The more she cried, the easier it was to arouse the animalistic nature in a man's bones, and it even dispelled the tiny bit of pity in his heart.

Evan's eyes were deep, and he sat on the couch and beckoned her over, his voice flat and cold.

"I'll give you twenty minutes to take the initiative on your own, and if I can't raise any interest, turn your head and get out of here."

It was clearly already so fierce, yet it still didn't scare her off.

Amy pursed her lips and slowly walked up to him and squatted down close to his body.

She wouldn't, had never been in love, hadn't even seen the relevant film.

She thought of an unintentional phrase: "Dry lips, thirsty mouth, and an itchy back, how I wish I had a jug of wine to drink!"

Amy leaned forward, tilted her head, and pressed her lips against the man's. The moment her lips touched the man's, she saw him.

Amy's head froze for a moment when her lips were pressed together, and her breath was unconsciously shortened.

His lips were very thin and slightly cool, with a faint cold and unique breath.

She just remained motionless, then did a shallow touch, the two lips rolled over and over, pressed against each other, separated, and then pressed against each other again.

Evan's dark eyes became deeper and deeper, with a certain desire surging in the undercurrent, like a breakthrough.

He was actually provoked by this woman's unstructured kiss, not even a proper kiss.

Only knew how to stick and only knew how to nibble.

He didn't move, while Amy continued like this, gradually and boldly touching, keenly sensing his breathing rate.

As soon as she pressed up, he would hold his breath slightly or speed it up.

Gradually, she somewhat felt the way and unconsciously took his lips.

Boom!

Evan's last shred of self-control exploded.

He had had a bit of wine tonight and suddenly didn't want to hold back.

In the next second, the back of Amy's head was suddenly held down by a man who turned the tables and opened his mouth to bite her lips, deepening the kiss.

His kiss came with a fury, and compared to the teasing she had just done, it was nothing.

His tongue swept viciously, followed by breath, breath, fierce and bold.

Amy was in a daze when she realized that this was a "kiss."

Then later, she didn't know when she was pressed by the man on the sofa, the light shining straight down on her white and thin body...

The picture was extremely exaggerated.

Amy couldn't help it and said weakly, "Can I turn off, turn off the lights?"

Evan hooked his lips: "No."

Amy could only close her mouth and close her eyes at the same time.

His action was very fast, his eyes were cold and clear, but his action didn't hide his strong bluntness.

Amy really couldn't stand it and climbed onto his sinewy arm: "Can you slow down a bit? It hurts a bit..."

Evan's eyebrows lowered, and the slender and soft waist was held by him with one hand, a slight pinch would break it.

The knot in his throat rolled, and his low voice filled her ears with a hint of low, dark mockery.

"You're not afraid of the pain of selling your ovum, but you're still afraid of this?"

"Endure it."

Amy didn't dare to speak again, silently burying her face into his chest.