Always in Love with You

"Avril, are you all right?"

With the help of the masked man, Avril stood still, but she was still frightened. She shook her head in panic and said, "I'm fine, thanks, Dear Polly. I'm fine."

With Polly's help, Avril spoke to the masked man politely, "Sir, thank you so much."

The masked man didn't say anything. He just replied "yes" with a distant look in his eyes and then left.

Looking at the decorations on Avril's body, Polly wanted to ask what had happened to her, but it seemed inappropriate at this moment. She held back the impulse to get to the bottom of the matter, and helped Avril sit down on the bench along the road. "Avril, wait here for a moment. After a while, we take Bruce's car."

Avril looked at her with grateful eyes and said, "Wow, Dear Polly, thank you."

At about one o'clock in the morning, Bruce came back to the room and found that Polly was still awake. This tangled night was bound to be a sleepless night.

She held the quilt in her arms, while her face was pressed against the pillow. People who couldn't sleep were extremely sensitive to hearing in the quiet night. Even the sound of the security door opening was very low, she could still hear it.

He stopped at the door of the bedroom. About five seconds later, he turned around and went to the bathroom.

Then she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. She couldn't help thinking of the last time when she saw him taking a shower and it was lingering in her mind.

She dared not think any more. She had thought it was just a glance from the window at first. Even if she had been too shy to remember it, it had been only a few days since she had felt embarrassed. Then she had gradually forgotten it and she even thought it was not a big deal.

But now, at this moment, when she suddenly remembered, she began to realize that she had seen everything that she could see, she had seen them.

She thought she was really depraved, and was mesmerized by Bruce's beauty.

As he gently pushed the door open, the fresh scent of body wash accompanying his unique breath swept over his face, like he had fallen into a fire in the forest, spreading into the sea in an instant, and provoke her tensed nerves unscrupulously.

Her violent heartbeats obscured his soft and gentle footsteps. She didn't realize that the man had gone to bed until her body was totally soft.

been in the same direction as before. At this moment, she wanted to turn

her slowly, with his warm hand on her shoulder. The breath was getting closer and

in sound sleep anymore. What's more, he seemed to be approaching her and his bangs were on

each other and their facial features could be seen by each

stand it anymore, so she turned over and sat up

by her reaction, he

her hands, she breathed heavily and explained

was close to hers. "Did

good will, she made up a story to break

over her shoulders, he suddenly smiled and said, "before taking

that, Polly

leaned over and held her in his arms. "I'm sorry, Dear Polly. I

other that Polly's face turned red. She tried to break away from him, but then she realized that they were married. It was normal for a couple to have sex. So she gave up the idea and went into

kissed her forehead gently and

wouldn't come back

definitely misunderstand her when he saw that scene. As soon as Miss. Jean was saved

bones, he lightly touched her nose and said, "why can't I come

he said that sounded so close that it was hard for anybody to tell whether he was telling the truth or not, Polly turned his head and asked, "well, is that Rachel Du and Miss. Jean Fang

her to ask this question. If something happened to them, how could this man be here. But last night, she called Rachel, but she didn't answer the phone. She called Bruce, but he didn't answer either. She was still anxious until now. She must

not a good swimmer. She struggled to jump out of

long time, Polly asked, "Bruce, don't you want to know the reason why she

to ask. I

sudden, a light bulb went off in her mind. "Why do you believe me? After all,

and said, "I know what kind of person Dear Polly is. How could

her hands on the quilt. She was touched and

in his arms. He rested his chin on her head and whispered, "I used to enjoy swimming, because that feeling of freedom didn't exist in real life. Many years ago, I took part in a swimming competition and I won the champion. Dear Polly,

friend was washed away by the water in front of