Viola looked up at him. He was so tall that he almost blocked the brilliance of the sun over her head. Under the backlight, his cold eyes seemed to be angry.
“Why are you looking for me? Settle the score?” Viola panted after strenuous exercise. She looked into his eyes without fear, “This time, I will not just hit your head.”
There was a sly smile in Viola's eyes, and when Steven was in a momentary doubt, Viola kicked straight towards his penis!
The next second, she got caught by force.
He raised an ironic smile, “What are you thinking, girl?”
As he spoke, he pressed harder against her legs and wrapped around her waist with the other hand.
Viola could not break free. The scent of the man perfume on his body floated into her nose ceaselessly, plus they were so close, and she flushed.
Ashamed and angry, Viola kept writhing and trying to break free. “Steven, what do you want?”
“I want to marry you.” Steven gave his concise answer without expression. But if you took a close look, you would find the calmness in his eyes was wavering to some physical longing.
Viola did not realize that the man at the moment was just a man who had physiological needs, and did not realize that her struggling legs touched his part unintentionally.
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