Superman of the American Comics

When the clock on the wall slid into the early morning, Luke, still awake, heard a movement from the next room.

He opened the door carefully and stood at the door of the second bedroom.

The breath became more and more rapid, and the heartbeat was particularly clear.

Luke lying in bed can almost turn the information received in his mind into dynamic pictures through super listening.

"After standing so long, don't you intend to come in?"

Just as Malena flinched and was about to turn around and leave, the door was opened.

Luke in his nightgown asked in a joking tone.

In the dimly lit living room, only the bright moonlight came in from the window.

"If you want to see me off, it seems a little early."

Luke took a step forward and almost stuck with Malena.

The latter raised his head, his delicate body trembled, and a red cloud appeared on his beautiful face.

It's like the burning clouds in Sicily in the evening!

"Actually, I thought you wouldn't come."

Luke made a wild move. He put his finger on Malena's chin.

"What would you do if I didn't come?"

Malena tried to avoid lukfu's aggressive eyes, but she failed.

"Then I'll go. Malena, I'm not the decent Mr. Corleone you think. I have a strong desire for possession and like to take what I like for myself! I'm more like a villain than the Mafia and covet your beauty more than the men in the town!"

Luke wiped his finger on Malena's red lips, and his other arm climbed up the slender waist and pushed inward.

Oh!

Malena unexpectedly didn't resent Luke's confession. She wanted to say something, but her plump red lips were blocked.

The night outside the window is getting darker and darker.