Vinson touched the tip of his nose, feeling guilty for going overboard just now.
“What breakfast? It is now time for lunch,” Arielle replied indignantly.
Vinson chuckled and took a dress from the wardrobe. He wanted to help her get dressed, but she rejected his offer, “I can put on the dress myself. You should leave first.”
I don’t want him to help me with that. What if he can’t control his urges again? If he wants another round, I don’t think I can even make it to the film shooting.
On the other hand, Vinson did not know what was on Arielle’s mind and shook his head dejectedly. “Fine, I’ll leave.”
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