Female NovelMark bent his knees and looked down at her, starting to have sex with her. Their clothes fell to the floor one by one…
She reached out to hug his neck and whispered, “Are there really bugs?” Mark smiled.
At this point, she was worried about that…
When she was on the verge of tears due to his teasing, he whispered harshly in her ear, “Are you still afraid of bugs?”
Cecilia playfully pushed him and protested.
Mark didn’t show any mercy at all. After all, she had said something wrong…
She had said he was getting old. But Mark was full of energy in bed.
After their intimate encounter, Mark changed the bed sheets.
He casually discarded the light blue shirt onto the floor, where it lay, wrinkled and soaked with sweat.
Cecilia retreated to the head of the bed, a faint trace of redness evident at the corner of her eyes, indicating that she had shed some tears.
Mark took charge of tidying up the room.
He collected the soiled sheets and placed them in the washing machine. He even took care of washing her underwear and ensured it was dried. Surprisingly, he also retrieved the light blue shirt from the floor. Cecilia had assumed he would simply throw it away, but he proved to be quite thrifty, stating that he could still wear it after a wash.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Cecilia couldn’t help but wonder if that shirt could indeed be worn after what it had been through.
She felt that he was so shameless. In the laundry room, Mark appeared gentle as he carried out these tasks.
He had been busy for the past few days and was tired, but being able to spend this time with her and embracing her like this seemed to have washed away the tiredness from his body,
What remained was contentment. Subsequently, he handed her the clean underwear.
In reality, there were other pairs of her underwear here, but she hadn’t worn them in years, claiming she was afraid of little bugs.
Mark refrained from making any obscene remarks and handed her the clean underwear.
Cecilia accepted it and put it on beneath the covers.
It was late at night, and Mark gently touched her head, asking, “Do you want to chat for a while or go to sleep?”
Cecilia didn’t respond and simply lay down. Mark smiled, understanding her silence.
He leaned close to her ear and softly said, “I’ll step outside for a cigarette. I’ll be back to keep you company.”
Cecilia paid him no attention.
He didn’t become angry. As he was about to rise and leave, his arm was gently grasped.