Angela's eyelashes fluttered, and a layer of sweat appeared on her nose. However, at the moment, the arrow was fitted to the string, if she regretted it now, she wouldn't have such an opportunity again.
She forced herself to smile and wrapped her arms around James’s neck and didn't say anything, just moved up to kiss him.
"So well-equipped,"
James tilted his head to avoid her kiss. His eyes were obscure, and his breathing was a little heavier, "Angela, how many men have you seduced before?
Tell me.”
Angela gave a bitter laugh, pressing her hands on his neck and kissing the corners of his lips, "Would you believe me if I say I had only seduced you and failed?"
“Well.”
James sneered, and his eyes burning with desire interspersed with unrestrained anger and pain, "Angela, do you believe it yourself?"
Angela didn't expect to make him believe her. She just needed some pictures that could be used as a leverage to leave him.
Admittedly, Angela's skin was not good, with scars crisscrossing almost her entire body except for her arms.
But in the dim light, the scars and the red tulle intersected, showing an peculiar beauty.
When James's hand stopped at her waist, she clutched his hand violently, "Hold on!"
"You regret now?"
James's voice was unusually raspy.
"It's too late!"
The photos and videos taken should already be enough. Angela pursed her lips, trying hard to push him away.
But she couldn’t do it, the drug was effective, and James had no intention of letting her go, not to mention that she brought the trouble herself!
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