Chapter 32 Your skirt fell off

Hotel VIP Room. Alaia Allen was held in the arms of Camilo Chase and walked all the way, the water droplets on her hair slid down her cheeks, and even the waterproof foundation began to be mottled. With a click, the VIP Room on the top floor was brightly lit, illuminating Alaia Allen's face in great detail. Camilo Chase stared downcast, leaned slightly closer to Alaia Allen, and stared at the red spots on her face with light eyes. The calm breath infected Alaia Allen. She held her breath and stepped back step by step. Finally, her body was pressed against the wall, but he was still approaching. Camilo Chase stretched out his plain fingers and slowly lifted Alaia Allen's chin. The deep and blurred voice was seductive, "Your erythema..." Alaia Allen's dark eyes flickered, leaning her body against the wall hard, and turned off the light in the room, absolutely not letting him see her face clearly.