Are you full?
Is it his turn?
Camilla had not yet recovered from the surprise.
Sinclair had already picked her up, heading towards the upstairs.
"Sweetheart!"
The sudden sense of weightlessness made Camilla subconsciously clutch onto Sinclair's neck.
"What are you doing?!"
Sinclair responded succinctly with a smirk,
"Mm."
"Mm?"
Meeting Sinclair's eyes, which seemed poised to devour her, Camilla immediately understood what the man was planning.
Her innocent eyes widened in an instant. "Sweetheart, I'm tired."
"It's okay,"
Sinclair smiles lightly.
"No need for you to strain yourself."
In the room, The surface appeared serene, yet emotional currents were in turmoil underneath. ...
No one knew how much time had passed before everything finally returned to tranquility.
By this time, Camilla was as beautiful as a pear blossom after the rain, her voice hoarse.
