The woman in a manic state didn't hold back when she slapped Nicholas Croft, causing him to gasp in pain. He wanted to stop her but couldn't bear to do so, given Sophie Foster's current physical condition.
Helpless, he endured the pain and sat up, grabbing Sophie's hand with one hand and placing the other on her cheek, gently speaking to her.
"Be good, just lie down, uncle's here..."
Expecting Sophie to refuse, she surprisingly agreed after Nicholas spoke, lying flat on the bed with her limbs spread out, staring at the ceiling expressionlessly, saying, "Come on, hurry up!"
Nicholas...
He licked his lips, sighed helplessly, and leaned over her using his arms.
Making love, when it arises from the heart, is a beautiful and romantic affair. But when ordered like a task to be completed, it's a torment.
