Chapter 86: I Don’t Even Despise You
She blinked and saw Ernest; after a few seconds, she seemed to realize something, and her face
became even redder.
She said in a hurry, “You, don’t look, get out.”
Her voice was in a trembling, soft tone.
Ernest’s eyes turned wide; it was as though a spark was ignited into a me within him.
He looked at her in a dangerous manner; his breathing was heavy, as though he was trying to restrain
something.
In a raspy voice, he said, “Don’t stay in there too long, it’s not good for your body.”
Once he finished speaking, he was ready to turn around and leave. Hisrge physique seemed to
move in a stiff manner.
Just as he left, he heard the sound of water sshing behind him.
And he heard Florence speak in a soft cat-like murmur, “Don’t leave…”
Almost as if she couldn’t control herself, she stood up, and grabbed a corner of his clothes with her wet
hand.
There was also a raging fire inside her eyes, but she tightly bit her lips, as though she was trying to
suppress something as well.
Her flushed face was both confused and in pain.
Ernest’srge body was frozen still. He could feel the water vaporing up from behind him, and he
felt as though his body was lit aze.
Did this woman know what she was doing…
Florence’s vision became more and more blurry; she felt so hot that she couldn’t think straight. She
held onto his clothes, and inched closer and closer to him.
It felt good to be near him.
"Boom-"
Ernest felt as though something exploded inside him.
His body was incredibly stiff, and his voice was scratchy, “You, do you know that you should never
provoke a man?”
He liked her, so there was no way he could resist her advances.
She continued to seduce him.
Florence did not hear his warning at all; her whole body seemed to rest on him, and she moaned in
dissatisfaction.
“More…”
She couldn’t take it anymore. It was as though she could only feel relief by being close to a man.
The second she began to moan, it was as though Ernest lost all sense in his mind.
He grabbed her white wrist, spun around, and held her in his arms.
She had nothing on and was wet from head to toe. His palm directly touched her silky, smooth skin,
which felt soft like silk and drove him mad.
A fire burned in his eyes, and he kissed her lips.
At this moment, Florence felt incredibly good…
“Plop”
A huge wave of water sshed out as the two of them fell into the bathtub.
The water inside was incredibly cold, which felt like it chilled directly to the bones.
Ernest suddenly stopped pressing on top of her; the icy water made him recover himself a bit.
She was taking a bath; why would she draw cold water?
He looked directly at her, only to see her bright red face, unfocused eyes, and muttering lips.
“I feel… so hot…”
Seeing him stand still, Florence twisted and turned her small body, trying to move closer to him and
pulling on him.
Ernest looked grim; he asked her:
“Florence, who am I?”
“So hot… so hot…”
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Florence continued to mutter incessantly.
From the looks of it, she must have been drugged!
Ernest clenched his fist, then let out a roar to calm down himself and let go of her. Then he took a long
stride out the bathtub, didn’t even turn around, and headed out.
Hisrge, wide back seemed to give off an ominous feeling.
Florence had lost her senses; she only felt that what she wanted was gone, and there was only cold
water around her. She felt incredibly painful that she was about to go mad.
It felt so ufortable.
The heat made her feel like she was burning to ashes.
She felt like a fish out of water and was about to be barbecued.
“Boom”
Ernest kicked the door open from the outside, and then dumped a bucket full of ice into the bathtub.
Seeing his return, Florence was like a starving person who finally saw a huge meal before her.
“I want…”
She murmured, then stood and plopped herself into his arms.
Ernest looked incredibly grim; there was a pained look as though he tried to restrain himself. Then he
reached out a hand and pushed Florence into the bathtub.
“Stay there.”
Ernest sat beside the bathtub and held her in ce with one hand, unresponsive to any of her
struggles to get up.
With the ice cubes, the bathtub became quick in a matter of moments.
A chilling bite started to crawl up her skin, and Florence started to rx a bit.
After a while, her struggles became weaker and weaker.
Her eyes seemed to havee to, and she looked at Ernest, “I’m fine now, let me go.”
Ernest looked at her and did not budge.
Florence’s face was cold, and her voice was distressed, “It’s so cold…”
Ernest’s eyebrows jumped around; he could barely restrain himself against her voice.
He rxed his grip slightly.
The second she was free, she did not hesitate at all and jumped towards him!
“Plop”
Another huge ssh of water, and Florence was forced to stay in the bathtub again.
Florence said nothing.
Her mind was filled with sex as she looked at Ernest’s disgruntled expression.
“Ernest, are you a man or not?”
“Why won’t you sleep with me? I don’t even despise you.”
“Stop holding me down, I won’t sleep with you; I’ll just find another man, alright?”
Ernest’s face turned grim again; he said nothing but dumped another bucket of ice into the tub.
Florence still said nothing.
After a tiresome night, it was finally over.
“A-choo.”
Florence woke up and sneezed.
Instantly, images of what urredst night shed through her mind. Scenes of her raunchily
seducing Ernest reyed in her mind.
Did she really do all that?
Florence stared nkly up at the ceiling.
“Awake?”
Presently, a deep man’s voice rang out next to her.
Florence froze still in ce; she turned her head, only to see Ernest lying on his side, with one hand
propping his head up as he gazed at her.
From his corbone and down, he wore nothing…
Did something happenst night?