Black Sail

Feeling the warmth of Liszt’s rough palm, he was not well-behaved, taking her hand and flipping it over, his thumb sliding across her palm.

Certainly a person who had never engaged in coarse labor, such tender wrists held in hand, Liszt’s desire to experiment increased a notch, his throat rolling.

Since she was living in his own house, cohabitating with Dreya, that meant she was cohabitating with him too, shared matrimonial property. It was only reasonable for him to have a taste.

Liszt smiled faintly, waiting for Mo Yutong’s response. The temperature of her hand also got hotter, and this was perhaps too taboo, his brain going somewhat blank.

"How should we experiment?"

Mo Yutong asked subconsciously.

Liszt began to recount successful cases. Meredith had already received a very good service experience, raving about it, telling her to relax. He had experience, the process was very comfortable and easy. Just don’t tense up your body, be natural.

Mo Yutong blinked, her cheeks flushed, almost dripping blood, distilling the keywords: back kitchen, kitchen counter, her gaze inevitably turned towards Liszt’s rough hands.

Because of years of wielding weapons in combat, his sturdy fingers were full of scratches, creating rich layers etched into his palm.

"No..."

"Do you want to take back what you just said?"