"Nonsense." Kasper Edith pulled away the two strands of hair stuck on her face, gently pinching her soft earlobe, "How could a woman like you not get married?"
"Because I'm already a 25-year-old old woman." Olivia Parker replied with a laugh.
Kasper Edith shook his head, "No, you're not old at all, you're just like you were seven years ago."
She stuck out her tongue and made a face, "So, I was already old seven years ago?"
The girl in front of him had rosy cheeks, showing a rare childishness, her dark hair spread on the light blue pillow, exuding an indescribable laziness and sensuality.
She was quite different from the usually calm and serene Olivia Parker, yet even more lovable and alluring.
Indeed, as she said, everyone's personality is not fixed; in front of different people, they display different charms and appearances.
With their skin touching, the barely calmed desire naturally flared up again.
