Over and over again, the stimulation persisted.

When she woke up, it was already morning. For a moment, she felt a bit dazed as she gazed at his thick eyelashes, his handsome face appearing serene under the soft morning light, yet increasingly charming. However, his brows were tightly knit, almost as if he could pinch a pen between them.

Sean Wesley looked at her coldly, and recalling the name she had called out last night, his tone grew even colder, “Who was that person?”

She turned to face him, observing his angry demeanor, and found it amusing; she was not Kylie Winter at all. “It’s none of your business!” she...