That day, she was dressed skillfully and beautifully in her lavender waistcoat, the beige knee-length skirt, and the fleshy silk stockings under the skirt, which felt soft and smooth, and a little cool. It was the temperature of her skin which made him adore her; gradually, he moved up, "As a boss, I can't be lustful, but as a man, why can't I?"
Irish was taut and grabbed his big hand. "Don't."
"Or do you only like to show it to Leo?" At the thought of how she looked in front of Leo in a wedding dress this afternoon, his chest was suffocated.
He had to admit how beautiful the scene was.
Wearing a wedding dress, she was elegant. The fishtail pendulum showed her perfect figure. She was smiling, standing there, still holding a bouquet of flowers, but the man standing beside her was Leo.
At that moment, he did not know why and a wave of inexplicable panic swept through his body.
She looked like she was going to a wedding.
