CHAPTER 467: CHAPTER 463: THE AGREEMENT OF BALI ISLAND (2)

As soon as they entered the hotel room, he eagerly pressed her down beneath him.

"I’m so tired, I want to take a bath first." Sophie Smith pushed him away and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

There was a slight sense of defeat on his face. Well, they’ve come to enjoy their private time anyway, there’s no rush.

After the bath, Sophie felt much more relaxed.

Perhaps, Asher Land bringing her out to unwind was the right decision. If she stayed cooped up at home, she might truly fall ill.

She stood on the spacious balcony, breathing in deeply as the slightly hot summer night breeze blew.

The balcony was adorned with many flowers and plants, occasionally carrying a faint floral scent to her nose with the breeze.

Asher Land emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a black robe that complemented his tall frame, as he approached her standing on the balcony.

He embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

It took a while before Sophie turned around.

She stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Can we start now?" he asked with playful interest, gazing at her.

She blushed and nodded.

Finally, he could embrace her freely, from the balcony to the living room, to the sofa, to the master bedroom...

He kept changing positions endlessly, tormenting her, and Sophie felt like her body no longer belonged to her; she was living in another world.

A world of desire and intensity.

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The first ray of morning sunlight streamed into the room, and Asher Land woke before her, wrapped in his robe. He walked to the window and opened the curtains.

He stood on the balcony, gazing forward at an endless stretch of light blue beach.

The coastline stretched out as if to blend with the horizon.

The clear blue sky and floating white clouds instantly broadened and brightened his view.

"Sophie, wake up." He went to the bedside, trying to wake up the little sleepyhead.

She turned over, away from him, and pulled the blanket over her head.

He shook his head helplessly, having no choice but to let her continue sleeping.

He lay on the bed, quietly watching her, waiting for her to wake up.

But Sophie only woke up when it was already noon.

"Darling, if you don’t get up soon, we’ll end up spending the whole day in bed."

Although Sophie opened her eyes, she still stayed wrapped in the blanket, unwilling to get up.

She felt like her whole body was falling apart, painfully sore.

"Asher Land, I want you to promise me now that you won’t touch a finger of mine for this whole week." She muttered from under the blanket.

This man with no self-restraint.

"Well..." He looked a bit troubled, "that might be difficult."

"No way, if you don’t agree, I’m not getting up." She seriously fought him for the last time.

Watching her throw a little tantrum with him, he felt a bit helpless. Fine, no touching then.

"I promise you, come on, get up. Let’s go to the beach this afternoon." He coaxed her good-naturedly.

Sophie reluctantly got up, tidied herself up, and had a leisurely lunch with Asher before preparing to head to the beach.

Asher suddenly felt a bit annoyed, questioning why he had been so aggressive last night. Now he’s paying the price, affecting his own benefits.

She originally agreed to wear a bikini under his gentle persuasion, but as a result of last night’s madness, there were ambiguous marks all over her body, making the bikini unwearable.

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