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Before she could finish speaking, Andrew removed the face mask from her face.

After removing the face mask, he leaned in for a kiss.

"Andrew, be honest with me," Isabella protested, kicking her slender legs against his chest and whimpering.

But evidently, there was a huge difference in strength between men and women. Her resistance was nothing more than a playful act to him, which added some excitement.

She struggled weakly, only able to plead, "Stop, please, I'm tired..."

She had worked all day, and she was afraid that if this man continued to bother her at night, she might not see the sunrise tomorrow. It would be one thing to die from overwork, but dying in bed was too embarrassing.

"If you're tired, just rest quietly. I can manage on my own; I don't need your cooperation," he murmured in a magnetic, husky voice, his lips continuously pressing against her soft and fragrant lips.

She was most afraid of hearing his voice in bed. His voice was too pleasant, low and deep, like a