Chapter 33 Susan Competing With Bumble

• The pale moonlight, HIS GIRL, in front of him on the cold floor, in his white satin shirt with slender long milky white legs arched and folded backwards in front of him.
• Who could restrain themselves? She was like a dessert served after a delicious meal at the moment.
• Her allure was enough to call upon the thrones of him, with intent innocent gaze and pure face staring at him. Supporting her upper arched torso over her palms arching backwards.