An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

The next day, the sun rises three poles.

Lynn was awakened by the damned, blinding Seattle sunlight.

Looking at the exquisite floral curtains and floor-to-ceiling windows in front of me, I felt the amazing softness and warmth coming from my palm.

Lynn's mind went blank for a moment.

For a moment, he even thought he had transmigrated again.

Shouldn't I be on that damp, stuffy, musty-smelling hard wooden bed in the attic?

Where the hell did they come from this time?

Suppressing his complicated thoughts, Lynn glanced at his right hand and unconsciously clenched it.

The realistic touch instantly brought back memories of everything that had happened yesterday.

From this moment on, the two of them are completely familiar with each other.

call……

Lynn let out a deep breath.

It must be said that Mrs. Hill is incredibly experienced.

No words are needed; a single glance is enough to know what to do.

As he pondered this, Lynn's movements gradually became more forceful.

"Um……"

At the same time, Mrs. Hill suddenly turned over.

Like a lamb facing up to be slaughtered.

Gollum~

Lynn couldn't help but swallow.

A few seconds later.

A wild, primal fervor flashed in Lynn's eyes.

He grabbed Mrs. Hill's golden curls with his large hand and pulled her backward sharply!

If you're going to help someone, you should help them to the end. It won't make a difference if you help them once or twice

……

Thirty-two minutes later.

Click!

Lynn lit a cigarette, his chest heaving slightly.

Mrs. Hill glanced at Lynn with a resentful look.

"Seriously... I'm not even ready yet..."

He complained, but the smile on his face almost stretched to the back of his head.

Lynn ignored her coquettishness.

He merely lifted his eyelids slightly and beckoned to the Marlboro cigarette box on the bedside table.

Mrs. Hill understood instantly.

Unabashedly swaying her proud body, she took out a cigarette and lit it for Lynn herself.

Then, he lay contentedly on Lynn's strong chest.

She exuded the innocent charm of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl experiencing her first love.

She was extremely satisfied with Lynn's combat strength!

Compared to this muscular man in front of her, Bai Ruyi from last night was utterly pathetic!

Fake is fake.

Whether it's Width and Length, or Speed ​​and Frequency, none of them can compare to a single hair on Lynn's leg!

His fingers unconsciously traced circles on Lynn's pectoral muscles.

Mrs. Hill savored the lingering aftertaste.

Looking at Lynn's sharp jawline, which seemed to be carved by an axe, I wondered what he was thinking.

next moment.

She arched her back twice and puckered her red lips, attempting to give Lynn a passionate French kiss.

However, Lynn turned her head sharply with a blank expression, directly avoiding those fiery red lips.

Mrs. Hill was clearly taken aback.

Undeterred, he went over again.

Instead, she was greeted by two rough fingers extended by Lynn.

Lynn's fingers gripped Mrs. Hill's palate.

"???"

With Lynn's finger in her mouth, Mrs. Hill was completely dumbfounded.

"Alright, it's getting late, I have important things to do."

Lynn not only didn't pull his finger out, but also mischievously pinched Mrs. Hill's soft tongue.

What a joke.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs.

Kissing is impossible, absolutely impossible in this lifetime.

Not today, at least.

"Mmm..."

Mrs. Hill brushed Lynn's hand away, still wanting to say something resentfully.

"Katie should be waking up soon," Lynn said preemptively, exhaling a smoke ring.

boom!

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hill's body visibly trembled violently, and the lust in her eyes instantly subsided by more than half.

Damn.

I was clearly too high last night and completely forgot about Katie.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Hill felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

He was even cursing himself in his heart.

Hill, you shameless slut, you've found a new lover and forgotten your own daughter!

state!

While Mrs. Hill was still immersed in feelings of self-blame and guilt.

Without warning, Lynn slapped Mrs. Hill hard on her right hip.

A crisp sound echoed in the bedroom.

"hiss--"

Mrs. Hill froze, and her whole body trembled for no apparent reason.

She bit her red lips tightly, lowered her head in shame, and buried her face deep in the soft quilt, not daring to make a sound.

Lynn paused for a moment, then her expression returned to its coldness: "If you're not getting up, I will. I have something to do."

His illegal medical practice was just getting on track, and plenty of dollars and emotional value were waiting for him.

We can't let a woman delay our speed in drawing our swords.

Mrs. Hill is very radiant.

But having been given a second chance at life, he couldn't let himself be stuck on one thing.

Otherwise, wouldn't he really become a manual laborer?

Mrs. Hill was burying herself in the blankets like an ostrich and refusing to get up.

Lynn simply ignored it, neatly put on her T-shirt, pulled up her pants, and prepared to leave.

However, she hadn't even gotten out of bed yet.

Suddenly, Mrs. Hill's faint, trembling voice, tinged with a sob, came from behind:

"Lin... could we... do it again?"

……