His big hand had made her sensitive.
"It's too early to say that, Irish. After tonight, you think about whether it is better to use these two words to describe you or me."
Irish turned her face to one side, and her white teeth pressed her thin lips.
Joseph smiled softly, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
His big hand moved slowly.
All she felt was that the palm of a man's hand was wide and hot, and it was as if it were burning when it covered her skin.
Seeing her frown, Joseph bowed his head, and his sexy thin lips on her ears slightly opened, he whispered, "It is still swollen."
She knew it.
She was the only one who knew how much she was hurt last night.
Despite this, it was clear that he did not intend to let her go. The strength of his palm kneading her was lighter and gentler, as if he was caring for delicate petals.
Irish did not expect him to do so, and her body shivered.
