Obviously, they couldn't stop any longer.
At this time, no one could stop Vincent Fu.
Sandy Su knew she couldn’t stop now. But she was a little nervous, for they were going to lose control.
But the nervousness was soon replaced by the expectation for what would happen. She was held in Vincent’s arms and was taken to his bedroom.
The luxurious and expensive wooden floor presented a beautiful luster, and an extremely expansive oil painting was hung in the bedroom. Sandy Su had seen it in the news.
Before she took a good look at the high valued painting, she was thrown gently into the bed.
The bed was very soft.
Sandy Su felt she was wrapped by a cloud.
Vincent Fu pulled the button on his white shirt. In Sandy Su's eyes, this motion was so tempting and frightening.
