His hot breath still lingered on my ear, like a dream.
I cautiously opened my eyes, and sure enough, there was Dylan Turner's handsome face.
I gasped, my mind racing, while my hands and feet slowly tried to move away.
Once I was free from his embrace, I quickly got out of bed, but ended up falling straight to the floor!
Damn!
The pain brought tears to my eyes!
But I gritted my teeth, stayed silent, and hurriedly dressed.
My back ached, my legs cramped, and for the first time, I cursed Dylan Turner in my heart.
Fully clothed, I glimpsed the red marks on my neck in the mirror, and my collar was unable to hide them. I cursed him again.
I turned to look at Dylan Turner, who was still asleep in bed.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, he was deeply asleep.
The blanket had slipped to his waist, revealing smooth skin and well-defined muscles.
I leaned over to cover him with the blanket.
As I did, I noticed the small marks on his neck, making my ears burn.
I couldn't help but try to wipe them away, only to realize they wouldn't come off.
Dylan Turner almost woke up by my action.
My application to study abroad in Anbugan had been approved.