The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chatper 881

Chapter 881

In the hotel, Fred laid Mya in his arms gently on the bed. Her pearl hair clip slipped from her hair, tumbling down as she pulled off her hat and scarf, murmuring, “So hot…”

Suddenly, Mya started unbuttoning her clothes and felt cooler. She said, “Now I’m cold again, I need a blanket…”

“What’s going on, Fred?” Mya asked, sounding a bit worried. “I feel so strange.”

“Do you want this?”

Mya squirmed in Fred’s arms, finding it tough to move away.

“Fred, it tickles. I don’t feel good, what did you do to me? Don’t touch that spot.” Mya pleaded.

“Your first time?” Fred asked.

Mya was whimpering and sniffling, emitting soft moans Splayed out on the bed in a spread-eagle position, Mya found her legs controlled by someone else, unable to close them however much she tried.

“Do you want me to go in deeper? Right here?” Fred asked.

No, Fred, don’t!”

in his hand, Mya felt herself becoming increasingly peculiar, even involuntarily moving in sync with his

stop?” Fred asked.

his next move. Mya immediately felt like something was missing. Restless, she twisted and turned, yearning for that elusive sensation. She asked, her voice laced with longing, “Fred, that felt so good, like

last piece of clothing adorned with cartoon characters and said, “Take it off yourself, and I’ll continue to make you

whispered, blushing as

pain. Her hands inadvertently added fresh scratch marks to Fred’s back, already a canvas of old scars. Through the peaks and troughs, her cries morphed

pillow still studded with sweat, her whole body aching and sore. She felt as if she might die from the ordeal. The sounds from the bathroom and

hurled them from the hotel’s twentieth floor. Among the items was a pair of deep blue men’s underwear, which ended up hanging on the balcony below. After

answered the phone, she was both nervous and scared

the car, Mya kept a straight posture,

trying to reach you. You really shouldn’t be away for

was all Mya managed

confronted her, visibly worried. “Mya, don’t ever come home this late again. Your father

for a moment and ran straight upstairs, saying, “Mom, I know it’s late from hanging out with Madelyn today, I won’t

Mya had been sick with a high fever, which delayed treatment and caused permanent damage to her brain, making

Biting her lip nervously, Mya thought, ‘Am I going to die? It’s bleeding. I

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