"Donn... Donn..."

Silverbell pressed herself into Frank's arms, the sensation of her warm, damp skin leaving Frank's mind blank.

Before he realized it, he was in bed, having already taken off his shirt, his body tangled with Silverbell's.

Turning pale in surprise, he quickly tried to get up, but Silverbell had clearly lost all rationality.

She clung firmly onto Frank, refusing to let go as she snuggled against him like a playful kitten.

No man could resist such temptation, and Frank was heaving, his eyes red.

He could do it right then, but his rationality warned him against exploiting Silverbell in her moment of vulnerability.

And it was Silverbell they were talking about—she was at least ten years younger.

calm down as he pinned down Silverbell on the bed. Then, keeping his eyes closed, his

Smack!

struck her acupoints when he found them, but the Passion Dust had already taken root by then. The substance was already flowing through Silverbell's limbs and

Frank have trouble holding her down, but he did not have that many needles left after using

growled as his eyes darted across Silverbell's body, his body so restless that he could

the tip of his tongue firmly to force himself to

extended his hands exasperatedly...

bloodshot as he strode through the gates and asked in confusion, "Why do you look so tired, Mr. Lawrence? Did

little. taxing," Frank replied, shaking his

was left

so much, Mr. Lawrence,"

around him, relief showing

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