She attributed everything with Asher Land to the whims of fate. Many times, she didn't want to believe in fate, but the further she went, the more she did.
Sophie Smith brought Asher Land back to her newly rented apartment. He was so drunk that he was unconscious. She felt a bit helpless, so she took off his suit jacket and let him rest on her small bed.
She noticed a small wine stain on his shirt. After some thought, she decided to take it off and wash it clean.
Her small hands unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing his muscular chest. No matter how many times she'd given her body to him, every time she saw his body, she couldn't help but blush. She couldn't help but scold herself inwardly for being useless; her skin was just too thin.
After struggling for a while, she finally got his shirt off. She was about to get up when his drunken self randomly pulled her, making her fall on top of him.
