Diana’s inducement

After her shower, Diana wrapped herself in a towel, revealing half of her head. "Alan...can I borrow your clothes."

Her voice was glutinous, asking with some lack of confidence.

Alan, who was reading the information, froze his fingers for a moment, put down his coffee cup, got up and walked into the bedroom, finding a shirt for Diana.

His shirt was very big, Diana put it on just to cover her buttocks, and her slender white legs were slightly flushed, tempting.

"Come here."

Alan's words, cold through and through, were commanding.

Diana ran over to him.

Diana was giggling.

Alan...still cares about her.

In her previous life, she did so many stupid things, causing Alan to go to jail for three years, but he still loved her.

Suddenly, something turned on.

Diana plucked up the courage to move over and kissed Alan on the corner of his lips.

In her life before she died…

This was what she wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

At that time, she had a dirty disease and was afraid of dragging Alan down, kissing him and hugging him, even sleeping together... became a luxury.

It was like ten thousand ants tearing at her soul, making her feel miserable.

Alan's hand heaved as he medicated Diana, frowning, his eyes icy. "Having fun?"

Diana shivered, her eyes reddening again from the pain of the wound.

But she didn't say anything.

Alan Deliberately hurt her, wanted to see her cry and shout, but Diana held back without saying a word.

Alan gave Diana a somewhat puzzled look.

In his memory, Diana was the kind of petite young lady: if she cut the finger, she would cry half a day.

This time... the soles of her feet were hurt so badly, but she didn't say a word.

A trick?

Alan didn't bother trying to break Diana down.

But he had to admit, it worked.

He was actually...still heartbroken.

"Alan, my name is Diana." Diana looked into Alan's eyes and spoke in a small voice. "Can we get reacquainted."

Alan put away the pillbox and ignored Diana.

"Alan."

Diana was just about to land on her feet when Alan warned her. "If you don't want your feet, throw them out."

Diana subconsciously retracted her feet and reached out at Alan." Hug."

In her previous life, her joints hurt so much that she couldn't get off the ground, and every time it was Alan who hugged her.

Carry her to the shower, carry her to the toilet...

Just hugging her, they can't do anything.

Alan's pupils shook for a moment and he took a deep breath, obviously holding down the fire.

It was only when she saw Alan rip off his tie and head for the shower that a smile appeared under Diana's eyes.

This was her man.

Alan finished his shower and saw Diana sitting on the couch giggling.

"Not doing anything?" Alan walked up to Diana as if testing. "Take your clothes off."

Diana froze, not responding for a moment.

Alan sneered, turned and tried to walk away.

Diana subconsciously grabbed Alan's wrist and lifted up her shirt. "I . . don't go."

"...."

The air is a little quiet.

There's something wrong with the atmosphere...

The change in Alan's eyes was nothing short of a windstorm.

Was this woman crazy? She was wearing only his shirt.

His shirt.

Breathing stagnantly, Alan felt like his good manners and his bottom line had gone.

Carrying her into the bedroom, Alan threw Diana onto the bed, his voice husky and low. "You asked for it..."

Diana was nervous and excited.

This was something she'd wanted to do in her previous life but hadn't dared to.

Eyes burning red, Diana nodded vigorously, her small hands uneasily taking the initiative to tug at Alan's robe.

"...."

The urgency... It was like, she couldn't wait for Alan.

Whatever tricks she was playing, Alan just wanted to make her cry at that moment.

"Alan..." the bite on her neck made Diana's eyes red with pain.

Is he a dog?

But she was in the wrong, so she could only cooperate obediently.

In her previous life, it was really too torturous for her to sleep on that cot in the rental house with a walking hormone like Alan, who could only look but not eat.

"Diana... You shouldn't .... mess with me again." Alan's voice was low and husky.

To Diana's ears, it was sexy.

Diana bravely cupped Alan's cheek and kissed it.

She'd died once anyway, so what was she afraid of.