“Sister Blyne,” Livia still used the terms of endearment from their romantic period, her tone as usual, she said, “Your mother called…

Vey doesn’t like being patted on the head. But that’s just the second point—after the first time the sub finished, she…

Blyne took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack, and could feel Vey’s gaze behind her. Vey sat on…

Back home that night, Blyne still seemed to smell the scent of perfume lingering on her collar and the tip of…

“Look up at me.” Blyne raised her head, her eyelashes already wet with shame and impatience.Vey’s gaze swept over her reddened eyes…

Blyne put down her satchel and looked around the room. It was an ordinary hotel suite; it was quiet once the…