ewhere, while being intoxicated herself. Letta, in a spirit of mu

nly bowed his head and followed Letta's steps. Letta didn't know which room to take th

y, upon reaching the elevator door, Letta tried to dig into the man's jacket, hoping for some clue to help her. The stroke of luck favored

and a few minutes, Letta arrived at the door of the room. She then unlocked the door and dragged the man onto the

refocus, realizing that Mia was probably waiting for her with the online taxi Letta was supposed t

mumbled as she continued to look around. However, the next moment, as Letta attempted to

her hand, pulling back the strands of hair covering the man's forehead, only to realize that the man beneath her w

me tonight," murmured the m

en slowly tried to release Marco's grip, but the next moment she felt herself being lifted. Marco flipped L

this past week, Ara," Marco said, staring at Letta, who could

ds were cut off as Marco suddenly silenced h

h away the fervent body on top of her, let alone take a breath. Marco, with the be

down her jaw and neck, not knowing what he was thinking. The night seemed endless, turning into a regret that Le

he was imagining, but Letta could only accept it, getting carried away with what Marco was doing to her. Even when Marco started moving above her, Letta gripped the silk sheet ben

ing Letta to simply close her eyes,

inued, resuming what he had paused before, moving atop Letta and pouring all his desires into her bo

ing tightly, leaving marks on his back as he quickened his movements and collapsed on Letta's body, which

ing she would face tomorrow, but for now, she could only shut her eyes, hoping that all of this was just a dream, that she was intoxicated, and that she would wake up tomorrow morni