Elliot didn't listen anymore and stepped forward to peck her lips. Anything else he said at this time would be an interruption. He was cautious, as if facing a lost treasure, feeling sorry for the years they had missed each other. It was rare for Lara to be unbridled and respond to his k!ss tenderly. The temperature in the room was rising steadily, and he clasped her hand to release it. Open your tie.
A shirt fell to the floor and her bathrobe fell apart.
Elliot leaned forward to turn off the bedside lamp, but Lara saw a very shallow scar on his back. His skin was very white, and although the light brown scar was not long, it was very obvious. She had not noticed it before, but today she suddenly noticed something Surprisingly, he didn't seem to have any injuries in his memory, so when did he get this scar?
When he came back, Lara made no move and just stretched out her hand to touch it according to the position in front of the lamp just now.
In the darkness, Elliot lay beside her and spoke softly.
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