Secret Crush

Max's face became even darker, and he looked at the woman standing in front of the door against the sun, most of her body in the dim light, but she was still motionless. It was hard to tell the emotions hidden in her eyes.

As he was on the edge of anger, Leila finally overcome herself and walked toward him step by step. She stopped when approaching him a meter.

With a deep sight in her eyes, he said in a low voice, "do you take my words as a deaf ear?"

The low magnetic voice rose slightly at the end. The sound was supposed to be a feast of the ears, but now in Leila's ears, it sounded like the sound from hell. She lowered her eyes and said, "I have something to do at noon."

Hearing that, Max squinted and looked dangerous. "Why didn't you tell me in advance?" he asked

Feeling the tense atmosphere, Leila said bravely, "I'm afraid you won't agree."

Hearing what she said, all the air seemed to have solidified. She even had an illusion that she would be dead if she said one more word. Looking at the little woman in front of him, a strange feeling spread in Max's heart made him frown, and it was the kind of emotion that he could not control. He clenched his fists, and his tone was cold. "Do you know how to act first and play later?"

Leila felt that she was getting bolder, with a sign of touching his bottom line. She swallowed and then became panic.

Max's punishment was always cruel. He lowered his voice and said, "you are not allowed to go to the hospital next week."

He knew it clearly, so Leila's face turned pale. She didn't understand why he always touched her bottom line again and again for the punishment he gave to her.

it had been two weeks. Although the man in front of her

"I can't accept it."

resisted, she did not dare to shout loudly. Her low voice sounded

he had spoiled

woman, but they were

air. She had been thrown on the bed, surrounded by the deep bed. She looked at the person in horror, and

What are

amused him. What else could he do in

bed. Her resistance aroused his desire to

Leila was lying in bed. Looking at her wet hair, she seemed to just

a low voice, having no power to resist. She was once again trapped in his domineering trap.

hold on any longer and fell asleep in his arms did Max release her. He looked at her sleeping face with delicate features, a strand of hair falling on her forehead. Somehow he reached out a finger

such a quiet emotion for a long time. He felt that

eyes were dazzling and frightening

up almost when her breath became disordered. He was dissatisfied with her action of escaping. He had

Max again, anger,