A Wild and Hot Cutie

Linda is completely discouraged. She tries her best to tease Davis. How could she know that he doesn't respond to her at all? On the contrary, she gets excited now. If she doesn't want to go, for the sake of ten million dollars, she will have run away to find a man to make

sex.

Alisa squeezes two more glasses of orange juice.

Linda takes a drink and frowned, "It's not good. What skills do you do? The juice is so hard to drink. You should re squeeze it."

Alisa bits her lower lip. It is apparently that Linda is looking for trouble.

Davis's black eyes sweep her coldly, and his face is expressionless, so Alisa has to carry the cup and goes downstairs.

When she is cleaning the juicer, her fingers are suddenly cut by sharp thorns, and blood rushes out.

She sucks her fingers quickly in her mouth, tears running down.

Now she has no dignity.

"Well, I wonder why you don't come. You are lazy here."

Linda's teasing voice comes from behind her, and Alisa turns around and ignores her.

Linda goes around purposely to her, "Well, are you bored with Davis? Look at your figure. There's nothing about it. No wonder Davis is so passionate about me. It seems that he can't find any sexual interest in your body, can he?"

Alisa gives her a red stare. "Yeah, I'm tired of him. Well, now it's up to you to play for him! What's the difference between me and you? It's all his toys anyway."

"You..." Linda chokes on her and can't say a word.

She holds herself to be a famous model and wants to take the opportunity to turn Alisa around. Unexpectedly, she is speechless and speechless.

"By the way, what kind of juice do you want to drink? I don't want to do useless work!"

"Well, I have no interest now. No matter what juice, it's your blood. Well, by the way, I heard you can make dumplings. Why don't you make some to eat?" Linda exclaims.

Alisa understands that it must have been Davis's idea. Now he is trying to torture her.

"OK, I do!"

Alisa simply deals with the wound. Ann comes out, and Linda stares at Ann. "You can't help her. Let her do it alone." Then she stands at the door and stared at Alisa without leaving.

Alisa's hand wound. She touches the salt when mixing the stuffing, which makes her cry.

Davis, you bastard, you devil.

After more than an hour, a plate of dumplings is finally cooked and puts in front of Davis.

Linda smells the fragrance and feels that she has a big appetite. She takes the chopsticks and stretches them out to prepare for the clip.

Davis picks up the dumplings quickly and pours them into the garbage can.

He looks at Alisa without expression.

"It's not delicious. Go to the do it again..."

Alisa gives him a grudge look, turns around and goes into the kitchen, and continues to make dumplings. It is a busy day.

Alisa makes hundreds of dumplings, which are finally dumped into the trash by Davis.

Linda also sees the doorway inside, but she doesn't even stretch out the chopsticks.

Alisa looks at Davis angrily. "You haven't tasted it at all. How can you know it's not delicious? You've made me trouble on purpose."

Davis sneers. "Yeah, I mean to play with you. What do you think I am? Do you think I am a garbage shelter to eat your dirty handbags?"

The tears of grievance roll in her eyes, and Alisa tries not to stop them.

"Davis, don't take a liar like that!"

"I like it, I do. So what? Why are you to be so bitch? Holding you as a princess, you don't do it, you have to do something mean!" Davis says coldly, then waves and over turns the whole table suddenly. All of a sudden, the plates on the table are smashed to pieces.

Linda is stunned as well. She sees everything in horror and steps back. She doesn't dare to say a word.

Davis's fist is scratched by the table, but he doesn't realize it. He shouts out, "Jordan."

Jordan soon appears at the gate."Young master!"

"Take her away from me."

Jordan comes to Linda and whispers, "Miss Linda, please!"

"Asshole, I'm not talking about her." Davis is furious. When he sees Alisa now, his heart is like a knife stirring, painful and unable to suppress.

This woman, like a stain on him, stands there, making him feel his failure and powerlessness.

He, Davis, can't even keep a woman's heart.

Before Jordan speaks, Alisa takes the initiative to go out.

She doesn't have any nostalgia to leave like this, dragging the tired footsteps, leaving little by little.

Davis punches the wall heavily, and five fingers are bleeding. Linda sees it horribly.

Just about to say something, Davis suddenly turns around, stares at her and shouts, "What are you looking at? Why are you not rolling?"

Linda doesn't dare to stop, turns around and runs away screaming for fear that she will be beaten up by Davis if she runs late.

There is a huge cracking sound, and all the porcelain furnishings in the room are smashed to pieces.

Alisa is locked in the lobby of the company.

She is busy for a day. She is so tired that her legs are weak. Suddenly, she feels a hot sensation between her legs, and her abdomen begins to ache. Alisa twists her eyebrows in pain. It's too bad. Here comes her menstruation.

Alisa moves to the door and taps it gently. After a long time, someone comes to open the door."Jordan, please bring me something."

Alisa is too embarrassed to tell a man to ask for a tampon, and adds blushing for a long time, "Give me a pen and paper."

Jordan searches for a long time and feels for a pen and a cigarette box.

Alisa takes over gratefully, writes a few words and hands them to Jordan. "You can't read them. Please give them to Ann. She will know what's going on."

Jordan is a real man. He nods and closes the door again.

Alisa goes back to the sofa and sits down in silence. The pain from the lower abdomen is overwhelming

Alisa is lying on the sofa, her long hair wet with sweat.

She has suffered from dysmenorrheal before. But this time it is too severe for her to bear.

Suddenly there is a slight sound at the gate.

Alisa calls softly, "Ann!"

All of a sudden, a tall figure comes, "Alisa! It's me! "

Alisa opens her eyes. Sam's warm eyes come into her eyes. Her heart is warm.

"Brother Sam!"

"I'm sorry, Alisa. I'm late. Isn't he bad for you?" Alisa bites her lower lip and shakes her head desperately. She doesn't want Sam to worry about her, and she doesn't want Sam to know what she goes through.