"Sparkle Gold, how many times do you think Sean can save you?" Evan Saint sneered, having already figured out her little schemes.
"I'm warning you, don't touch me, or I'll... I'll..."
"Or you'll what?"
"Or I'll make sure you never have children!"
Hearing this familiar threat, Evan Saint snorted, "Sparkle Gold, your threats are too clichéd."
Aren't men most afraid of being unable to have children? Why doesn't this threat work on Evan Saint?
Sparkle Gold frowned with frustration, "Anyway, you better not touch me, or I'll make sure your cries are rhythmic."
"Let's see about that!" With those words, Evan Saint lowered his head and fiercely silenced the little mouth that always annoyed him.
Why does he keep kissing her?
Is it that whenever men want to sleep with women, they kiss regardless of feelings?
"Sparkle Gold, focus!" Feeling her distraction, Evan Saint ordered unhappily.
