The spacious and tidy bed, exuding a luxurious European aristocratic temperament, was illuminated by two dim and cozy bedside lamps, making the entire room appear ambiguous yet warm, evoking an urge to lie down and sleep comfortably.
"Click!" With a nervous sound, Margaret tightly closed the door and locked it, pressing her back against it while panting, her face flushed as she bit her lips and trembled. "You... what do you want?"
Harry leisurely walked around the bedroom, admiring it, then turned to look at Margaret with a lustful grin. "What do I want? Don't you already know, Mrs. Margaret? Hmm? You brought me to your bedroom. Doesn't that mean you're ready to have a good time with me? Hmm?"
As he spoke, Harry moved closer to Margaret again.
