Chapter 129

Mary Kinson, who was pressed by him to sit on the bed, never figured out William's idea and was slightly distracted.

The hand on the right shoulder was caught off guard and pulled hard, pulling her shirt open, and the button on her chest jumped open.

The skin as white as snow is exposed, and the clavicle line with obvious lines, under this warm color, it is as soft and attractive as the fine suet jade.

William's long and narrow eagle eyes narrowed, and dark eyes shook slightly, along her superior neck line to her right shoulder.

Sure enough, a sharp knife cut in the right shoulder crossed the shoulder blade, and the deep red dark scab plunged into William's deep eyes.

Mary Kinson's charming lips sipped up and pulled her shirt up sideways: "I have handled the wound myself, there is no big problem, and the seventh master doesn't have to worry."

She thought William had loosened her hand, and her right hand went up with full strength, but she didn't want William to let go, and yearned for