C44 Come to My Bed and Talk to Me

"Do you need me to say it again? Come here, come to my bed and talk to me!" His orders were very overbearing, but they were also somewhat childish. No matter how she heard it, she felt that he was like a little boy who was pestering adults to tell stories.

But he was not a little boy. He was a mature man who emitted a dangerous aura. He could throw her down and eat her up at any moment