Noelle's face turned red, and she pushed Charles away. "You're so improper!"
Charles laughed, then flipped over, placing his hands on the bed and pinning Noelle beneath him. His arms were now on either side of her.
Then, his lips curved in a smile, encircling Noelle's small frame within his embrace.
Noelle swallowed hard, feeling a sudden sense of pressure. "Charlie, it's getting late. We should..."
"It's indeed late, Nelly. You're too weak. I feel it's necessary for me to exercise with you every morning from now on," Charles said, his words layered with meaning. His narrow eyes met Noelle's directly.
Noelle's heart skipped a beat, and before she realized it, she was already caught up in Charles' rhythm.
She had to admit, Charles was truly a master in this aspect. Despite having just experienced passion not long ago, each of his moves could still leave her utterly enthralled.
The consequences of such indulgence were quite severe. Charles' idea of exercise was purely confined to the bed.
Afterward, the refreshed Charles kissed the corner of Noelle's mouth and carried her to the bathroom to clean up. Poor Noelle's soreness from the previous night had yet to ease, and now, after Charles' vigorous morning session, her legs felt like jelly.
Noelle lay on Charles' shoulder, looking at his profile with frustration. She could not resist biting his shoulder.
Charles squinted his eyes and drew in a sharp breath. His hands were still around her waist, carefully cleaning her body.
When she bit him, his whole body tensed, and a fire ignited in his eyes. "Nelly, you're playing with fire!"
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