Kiss me tender

Colin let Melissa to lie down on the bed and gazed at her who had fainted. Suddenly, he took a few steps back and then stood by the bed, staring at her. It was so dark that his face couldn't be seen. The bedside lamp was on. The dim light only made him see Melissa's sleeping face and the photo frame on the desk.

Inside the photo frame was a woman sitting on the grass. But her face was blurred. It seemed to be destroyed on purpose. Colin looked at between the frame and then Melissa again and again. He looked gloomy and painful, as if he was in deep thought. After a long time, he turned around and walked to the large French window to watch the night view outside.

Though it was very dark at night, the neon lights lit up the whole city. Colin lit a cigarette. He exhaled it slowly and leisurely, looking like he was in low spirit. No one knew what he was thinking.

After a long time, he had almost smoked half a cigarette. Then Melissa began to wake. She rolled over her body and moaned, "It's hot……" It's really hot... " Her voice was very gentle and weak, as if she was ill. She even began to pull her collar.

Colin gave her a glances and then continued to smoke towards outside, ignoring her.

and turning in bed. She started to wail in a low voice, "Dad Mom…… I

them mother and father followed by having a trouble since she was an adult! But after tonight, he would try to make her realize the reality

walked slowly to the bed. He saw Melissa began to tear apart her clothes. Her white bra was already exposed. She behaved

on both sides of her body and then said with a smile, "Do you feel hot? Can I take off your clothes for you? "

very attractive and tempting. So she seemed to be fall in love with him. Melissa stared at him for a long time before she recognized that he was Colin, the boss of "Heaven Night", who forced her to kiss with him! She was shocked with a frozen body, saying coldly, "Are you Colin? How

with one of his slender fingers and said, "This is my home, you think

to find that her clothes were messy, her buttons were scattered, and even her white underwear was exposed. She screamed and hurriedly stepped back, her hands protecting her chest, and she screamed in horror, "what are you doing? What did you do to me? You

slowly approached her, asking, "Am I a bastard? Didn't you take off your clothes yourself? I didn't do anything to you just now. It was you who wanted to strip yourself in front of