My dear lawyer

Sitting up in a dying illness

William didn't sleep for long, he woke up after a few hours.

Hearing the little woman's regular breath in his arms, his black eyes suddenly fell on her face.

As a normal man, who just woke up, William gave a direct response.

Vivian was dreaming. She dreamt of becoming a fish and swimming freely in the sea. Suddenly, a

whirlpool sucked her in.

The air around her seemed to be sucked away. As a fish, she shouldn't have a feeling of suffocation.

This was not in line with biological logic. As a fish, she was suffocated.

Then Vivian realized that she was dreaming. In reality, she suddenly opened her eyes and found that

William was kissing her.

Vivian's brain was short of oxygen for a while, and all she wanted to say was forgotten.

She didn't see a flash of smile in the man's eyes.

William was not satisfied with a kiss, just as she had woken up, then he could fulfill his last promise.

They were in the hospital. It's ok.

Vivian soon felt less and less bondage on her body, and she soon returned to the original state of life.

No, he couldn't see the scar.

William's deep voice was a little hoarse. "What's the matter?"

"Don't look down." Vivian whispered.

William's eyes were deeper and the heat in his eyes seemed to melt her. At last, he did not lift the quilt,

but leaned low against her ear and said, "Then you must compensate me."

Vivian's face was red. How could she make up for it?

Soon William took her to the gate of a new world. What was the lower limit? There was no lower limit in

William.

In her mind, she couldn't help thinking about the shape and scale she saw that night, and she began to

retreat.

She knew she was wrong. Could she give up?

Vivian felt like a boat in the sea, and could only bear everything passively.

She sobbed, "William... you bastard…"

After a long time, William was satisfied and let her go.

Vivian was soft like a piece of noodles thrown on the bed.

She began to miss the 'iceberg'.

After a while, there was a shower in the bathroom. Vivian didn't want to move. Although the curtains

were drawn in the room, she still felt angry and ashamed.

God, she was so shy.

During her self-pity, William had come out of the bathroom and reached for the quilt.

Vivian, who was same as the dead fish, immediately sat up in a panic when she was dying. She looked

at him alarmingly. Her voice could not be hoarser, "What are you doing?"

After a fierce battle, William's low voice showed a trace of satiety and laziness, "You just want to lie

down." Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Vivian glimpsed the towel in his hand. Her face was red. She pulled it down and said, "I'll wash myself."

William raised his eyebrows. At the moment, he was in a good mood and didn't stop her.

Vivian didn't expect that William would be so careful. She took the towel to rub her body casually and

handed it out. William took it back to the bathroom.

In this gap, Vivian dared not relax and try to find her own clothes from the bed.

It was not easy to find her own clothes and put them on, she finally felt a little sense of security.