Chapter 7 Chris, I Can’t......

"Thank you, Chris…… ..." Chris didn't do anything along the way, just holding Lavinia and putting his hand on the place inside her thigh. The place…the secret place… Lavinia could only try to depress the limp and numb feeling brought by his fingers. Back to the villa, Chris directly took out a suit from a paper bag and threw it to Lavinia: "Change it and cook for me, now!" Lavinia took out that suit--a skinny home skirt, and the fabric was lovely flannel, but it couldn't even cover "the spots”! "Chris, I don't want to wear it ..." Lavinia grabbed her skirt and looked at him awkwardly, trying to act like a spoiled woman, hoping that he would let her go. But Chris was unmoved like steel: "Remember the second item on the list?" Lavinia took that piece of paper out of her pocket—"she couldn't refuse any request from Chris”! "... OK. Fine. Yes, Chris." Lavinia had to turn around and go into the bathroom, and put on her clothes. The cloth covering the chest was made from only two clo