Sylvester flipped over and pinned L underneath him, his deep eyes were staring at L, and his sexy, thin lips curled up into a smirk. "Darling, how dare you to flirt with me?" he teased her.


    L didn''t expect to be caught. She turned away her head, blushing. "You shameless person, get off me," she demanded, pretending to be displeased. How dare he say that L was flirting with Sylvester?


    Who was it that started flirtingst night? And he was teasing L.


    How shameless!


    Seeing L''s shy face, Sylvester was in a good mood. Hearing L scold him for being shameless, Sylvester couldn''t help but chuckle. He rebutted yfully, "Shameless? Darling, who was staring at me early in the morning and even reached out to touch me."


    L turned her head, still not looking at Sylvester, and pushed him with both hands on his chest, and med, "Who''s the one that indulged himselfst night."


    He was trying to shift the me onto L.


    Impossible.


    It was Sylvester who was shameless.


    "Last night?" Sylvester raised an eyebrow with a hint of mockery in his eyes. His long fingers on his right hand had pinched L''s chin and turned it to face him while his left palm was ced under L''s head, supporting it and gently massaging her nape.


    He retorted, "Darling, we are discussing this morning. Why are you still thinking aboutst night? What, do you feel it wasn''t enough?" Then Sylvester leaned in close to L''s ear and said something that made L blush even more, which made her push him away harder.


    L grumbled, "You, as an elder, are rude."


    Sylvester restrained his expression with a deep surge in his eyes. He chided, "Calling me shameless and rude as an elder. Sweetheart, I haven''t done anything yet, and you dare speak ill of me."


    Sylvester was only seven years older than L, so it was inappropriate to describe him as rude as an elder.


    Sylvester felt a bit ufortable inside.


    He remarked, "It seems that if I don''t do anything, I will be unworthy of your badments on me, darling."


    L stared with her beautiful big eyes and quickly pleaded, "No, Sylvester, you''re not old. You''re not rude. I misspoke, please don''t be angry, Sylvester."


    After speaking, she leaned closer to Sylvester and kissed his chin.


    She was especially obedient.


    While thinking aboutst night, L took a deep breath. If Sylvester really did something, she wouldn''t be able to leave the bed today.


    Hearing L''s voluntarily submissive voice, Sylvester happily raised an eyebrow, felt quite content, and was about to release L when he heard what L said next.


    "And I''m going to see Flora today. I miss her. Since Sylvester loves L so much, he will definitely let me go, right?" L said, sweetly.


    Immediately, Sylvester''s face fell. And a smile was ying on his lips, though it didn''t reach his eyes. Instead, it carried a hint of danger. He said with a smirk and his voice low and hoarse, "Love. It''s time to love properly." With that, he leaned down and fiercely kissed L''s lips.


    He reminded, "L, remember, I''m not that forgiving. This matter won''t be easily overlooked."


    Early in the morning, actively seducing Sylvester, then scolding him, and in the end, still thinking about Sylvester.


    Sylvester wouldn''t let L off so easily.


    After what seemed like a long time, L felt exhausted and fell asleep weakly under Sylvester.


    Finally, Sylvester carried the sleeping L to the bathroom, cleaned her body, put her back in bed, personally applied medicine to her, and then went to L''s dressing room.


    ncing at the dressing room, Sylvester saw some loose andfortable clothes, both men''s and women''s. The maid had brought those inst night.


    Although he had never worn these costume-like clothes, they were better than the dirty clothes fromst night.