Benson, who was kissing on Juliana's shoulder, heard this and paused slightly.
Benson raised his head, his eyes still bloodshot, filled with wildness and strong possessiveness. He looked at Juliana and opened his mouth with some difficulty, "Mrs. Leach, Juliana."
Sick, his voice was as wild as a beast and even not quite clear.
It was the only bit of sanity and memory he had.
Hearing his answer, Juliana stopped struggling and closed her eyes.
The restlessness drove Benson's nerves. After he answered her, he lowered his head and went on kissing her, not at all gently but very wildly.
The T-shirt blocked the way of his lips and he tore it again with force.
The white T-shirt was completely torn apart, revealing the whole scenery.
As if seeing an oasis in the desert, Benson looked down with great eagerness and was about to throw away the rag to kiss her.
Suddenly there was a low sob in his ears, which was like a thunderstorm falling on him.
Benson slowly looked up and his bloodshot vision finally became clear completely.
He saw Juliana biting her lower lip with her eyes closed, crystal tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes.
The teardrops were like little sparks falling on Benson's heart, burning a hole in his heart.
His heart hurt.
This pain made Benson panic. He reached out his hand to wipe Juliana's tears, "Don't... Don't cry."
But Juliana's tears fell more.
She was upset about her previous life, aggravated by her current incompetent situation, and saddened by his clumsy remark.
Benson panicked even more, clumsily wiping her tears.
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