Chapter 45: Gu Yan, Be Gently
This conversation was a bit embarrassing to hear.
Samantha Huntington, confined in his embrace, felt her entire earlobe turn red as the scorching breath fell on the nape of her neck. She tried to shrink away from his hold, but he only tightened his grip, his low, hoarse voice whispering into her ear, "Stop moving."
With one large hand holding her arm, he continued to rinse it under the tap to cool it down. Oliver Donald's hands were big, with long, elegant fingers that looked very attractive. The arm he held was slender and fair, and the contrast between their hands was oddly harmonious, perfectly fitting together.
"It hurts..." Samantha Huntington frowned, voicing her discomfort in a small, whiny tone.
"Pain helps you remember," Oliver Donald replied wit
