Chapter 84 She Is A Sharp Blade

I carried Hazel in my arms. She was so light. I came to the road and wanted to stop a taxi.

But the bad fortune had surrounded me. I couldn't stop any car. Hazel's breath in my arms became heavy.

Though she tried to control her desire, her hands began to pull away my clothes.

Hazel, in my arms, was frail, soft, and pretty. Her red face made her as attractive as the poppy, able to addict anyone, though it was toxic.

I couldn't help glancing her body. Her skin was brightly...