BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 6
She had to slide down the window and close it.
Footsteps stopped at the door.
Marlene quickly sat on the bed beside, pretending to bite her nails in a trance.
"You came here!"
A gloomy and unhappy voice sounded in the room.
Marlene didn't lift her head, glanced at the crystal handicrafts beside, she finally made a decison.
She stabbed an old man in the lower body three years ago, and she could stab Tristan again this time.
Thinking about this, her heart settled down.
The devil's pace approached her gradually.
The aroma of man's shower milk also enveloped her, and the white bathrobe fell into her sight.
Marlene swallowed saliva, slowly raised her head.
No matter how dull her eyes were, they still looked very beautiful, as pure as a blank sheet of paper.
Tristan stood in front of her, staring at her. His short hair was wet, and the water droplets trickled down his face along his forehead, and then slowly dropped on his prominent clavicle. Finally, they disappeared into his semi-open bathrobe, which made him look pretty sexy.
"If you dare to run without my order, your legs will be broken, understand?"
He leaned down suddenly, and his handsome face was close to her eyes. He stared at her, and his thin lips curved with an evil radian.
He seemed to be laughing, but he exuded a strong threat, which made people shudder.
She dared to say that he was definitely not joking.
She fell back stiffly, and Tristan approached, pressing her hands on both sides of her body, trapping her in his arms and let her have nowhere to hide.
Marlene held her breath and moved her ass to the side, moving towards the crystal handicraft.
"Oh, I forgot, you are a mental patient, and you can't understand what I tell you."
He suddenly sniffed coldly, looked down at her pink lips. His long eyelashes cast a shadow, and he slowly lowered his head.
Come on.
This was a life-and-death struggle.
Marlene reached out to the handicraft.
Twenty centimeters.
Ten centimeters.
Five centimeters.
Here it was.
She was going to catch it!
Then her wrist was suddenly caught by the man, and the hot temperature burned her skin with moisture, and she almost jumped out of bed.
She was done.
With a determined effort, Marlene
was about to push the man, when a
dry
her
was suddenly stuffed into
d and the man in front of her
said, "Wipe my hair, sister Content belongs to Novelxo.org
His corners of eyes went up, looking very charming and sexy.
W, What?
What happened? Wipe his hair? Sister?
What the hell did he want her to do?
Marlene was stunned, and she dared not show anything, but only continued to be in
a trance.
See her indifference, Tristan's eyes sank dark, and were suddenly filled with disappointment, which was probably because he failed to see the reaction she should have. Content belongs to Novelxo.org
Then, he grabbed her hand and wiped his hair wildly.
Marlene was splashed with water drops on her face.
His palms were hot, burning like fire.
After wiping, Tristan threw the towel aside, grasped her slender hand, rubbed her phalanx, and carelessly tunneled,
"Listen, I'll
'exteach you only once, and
the
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f your beautiful finge 3 and
one
by one and feed them to the dog." Content belongs to Novelxo.org
Pervert.
Marlene cursed him in the mind, but her brain was analyzing the situation rationally.
So, the woman who died was his sister?
It would be better if she was a substitute for his dead sister.
A sister's substitute was always better than an ex-lover's substitute. After all, the
former didn't need to sleep with him, but the latter did.
After touching her fingers, Tristan pushed her down on the bed without pity.