Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 277

Sexual intercourse overnight.

Angela slept uncomfortably, and woke up at dawn. Her whole body was weak. She frowned, turned over slightly, and sucked in pain.

"Woke up?" James woke up a long time ago, put his right elbow on the pillow, and looked at her sideways. Seeing her awake, he moved to her side and kissed her on the lips with a smile.

Angela just opened her eyes, and was still not sober. After being kissed by him, she suddenly widened her eyes and became more awake.

She was really not used to having a man lying next to her early in the morning, and he made such intimate movements with her... She sat up abruptly and subconsciously opened the distance between them.

Pain.

As if being run over by a car, she felt weak, sore, and a little tired.

Angela frowned slightly and bent over. The stress on the waist was reduced, and the soreness on the waist was also reduced a little.

"Hungry?" Seeing her movements, James's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything, "I'll go down to cook and you can lie down for a while."

He lifted the quilt, got out of the bed in front of Angela, and began to dress.

It was undeniable that James had a very good figure.

The muscles on his body were just right, not very exaggerated. His shoulders were broad and his upper body was a perfectly inverted triangle shape. Wasp waist, buttocks, and long legs all exuded a strong sexy charm.

Angela watched him put on his underwear, only to realize that she had been staring at him a little longer. Then she turned away with a blushing look.

"Come." After James got dressed, he said to her suddenly.

Angela rubbed her waist, and glanced at the distance of more than one meter between them, "I don't want to move."

"The sheets were dirty. Can you continue to sleep here?" James raised his eyebrows slightly. Before she could answer, he walked to her and took her with the quilt into his arms.

Her body suddenly hung in the air, and Angela subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck. She was facing the bed. Without the cover of the quilt, the blood stains on the sheets were particularly obvious, telling the ambiguity of last night.

Angela tilted her head and didn't look again. James hugged her to his room, put her on the bed, and went downstairs to cook.

He was very careful just now. But when she returned to bed, the back that he had touched still felt sore.

Angela sat up and erected the two pillows. She leaned on it, trying to rub her waist to make herself more comfortable.

But the sitting position made her waist very uncomfortable. Moreover, her arm was so sore that she couldn't exert any effort at all.

Angela glanced at the red marks on her arms, pursed her lips, and lay back on the bed again.