"Now that the name is justified, what else do we need to prepare?" Shawn saw Isla shyly looking at the ceiling and the wall, but she didn't look at him with shameless curled lips, "What should I do if I'm so thin-skinned for a while?"
"For a while..."
Isla stammered, "Not for a while..."
"Not for a while." He nodded and unbuttoned his collar, "Right now."
...
The next day she woke up with a blank face. As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt countless sores sweeping over her. The image of last night popped up in her mind. Her face was still full of enthusiasm. Turning around, he was still awake.
The sunlight shone on his face through the gap in the curtain. She lost her mind for a moment. She had to say that his skin was very good, the broken hair on the forehead half covers the eye
