"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.

pinned down Silverbell on the bed. Then, keeping his eyes closed, his fingers brushed over her silky smooth skin as he felt for acupoints that could calm

Smack!

the Passion Dust had already taken root by then. The substance was already flowing through Silverbell's limbs and there was no stopping

her down, but he did not have that many needles left after using most on Dahok

body,

force himself to

he extended his hands

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

little. taxing," Frank replied,

Quinn was

much, Mr. Lawrence," Dahok said

apprentices around

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