"Davis, you know why I don't want that dress. There's no need to change. As long as it's something you Davis have touched, I won't accept... "
Davis raises her chin in a mischievous way. "Listen, I've touched your body too. Do you want it?"
"You..." Alisa stares.
Alisa is so absent that she has no interest in trying on clothes in the clothing store. The brand is very expensive and with enthusiastic staff, but they meet a girl who has no desire to shopping.
Davis can't stand any more. He reaches for something casually. "This one, this one, return that row, this row, wrap it up for me..."
The credit card is heavily thrown on the cash register, and his dark eyes shot out. After checking out, Davis leaves these clothes on the car. He drags Alisa's arm and shoves her into the copilot seat.
After a rush, the car stops in front of an open-air cafe on the beach. This is the place where lovers come to date and drink coffee. The night is like water. Sitting here, you can see the bright moon hanging in the sky, and the sea is rippling with silver light.
Davis pulls Alisa out and presses her against the wall of the cafe. "Alisa, are you looking for death?"
"Take your dirty claws away. Don't make me hate you more..." Davis comes up in a fit of rage and bows his head and kisses. It's the stupidest thing to quarrel with a woman. Kiss can stop the chattering mouth. It's much easier to kiss directly.
"Oh, let go..." Alisa struggles for a moment, but in exchange for Davis' more generous kiss.
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