The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"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.

his eyes closed, his fingers brushed over her silky smooth skin as he

Smack!

he found them, but the Passion Dust had already taken root by then. The substance was already flowing through Silverbell's limbs and there was no stopping it—save for holding down Silverbell, stopping her from moving at all while he

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

Silverbell's body, his body so restless that he could well be

his tongue firmly to force himself to stay calm, he

extended his hands

the shrine, she found his eyes bloodshot as he strode through the gates and asked in confusion, "Why

was just a little. taxing," Frank replied, shaking his head while subtly

was

much, Mr. Lawrence," Dahok said nearby, seated

at the Sage Lake Sect apprentices around him, relief showing on his weary face.