Chapter 19
The room grew warmer as the temperature rose.
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In the familiar darkness and scent of the room, Mr. Sniper’s voice lingered near Sherry’s
ear and neck, his words demanding, “Speak.”
“What can I do to repay you?” Sherry asked, turning her head to avoid his hot, wet lips.
“Hehe.” Mr. Sniper chuckled softly, his large hand resting on her lower abdomen,
radiating warmth that inexplicably made her feel comfortable. He nibbled on her
earlobe and whispered, “You know.”
Sherry couldn’t tolerate his teasing.
Even though they hadn’t engaged in any intimate activities, simply being together and
talking made her feel vulnerable.
“Then… Please be patient; I’m still a little sore
Mmm.
Mr. Sniper’s velvety voice sounded from behind her, and her body fat weess she
lifted her up and led her to the restr
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Another display of their familianty
Sherry was too exhausted to move her arms by the time rendered carreteror
of the restroom. She curled up in his arms and allowed him to do as he pleath
Mr. Ziper sat on the edge of the bed, gently drying her her with a towel while cradling
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her against his chest.
Cherry had beautiful black hair then was silky and straight, cold to the touch like fine satin. Her hair strands danced between his fingertips, making in difficult for him to let
Her fair and delicate complexion looked even more pure and beautiful against her black hak. She was actually exhausted, closing her eyes and unconsciously falling asleep in bis embrace Her long thick eyelashes cast a shadow on her cheeks like a little fan.
Only eenight and moodlight thered into the roun, along with the fingering aroma of
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her shower gel, which was soothing and clean. She resembled a poem, ethereal and
lovely.
Suddenly, her scalp felt warm, and Sherry drowsily opened her eyes to find Mr. Sniper
blow–drying her hair.
“I can do it myself,” she immediately sat up. “I can…”
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Mr. Sniper had spent a lot of money on her, and Sherry had always felt obligated to take
care of him. But she never expected someone like him to stoop so low as to blow–dry
her hair for her.
Mr. Sniper drew her back into his arms, their skin rubbing against each other without
any barriers.
“Be good; lie down and rest for a while if you’re tired.”
Sherry didn’t dare to move, so she could only watch him play with her hair as he
blow–dried it.
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“Mr. Sniper…”
Sherry
“Yes?”
*I’ll blow–dry your hair later as well.”
“My hair is short; it’s already dry, Mr. Sniper grinned quietly. “There’s no need to
blow–dry
Sherry felt ashamed and bit her lower lip, remaining silent for a moment.
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Sherry felt a tinge of remorse because she hadn’t cooked dinner for Mr. Sniper or done
his laundry that day, and he had ended up taking care of her.
“What would you like to eat tomorrow? Anything is fine; I can make it.”
Mr. Sniper turned off the blow–dryer and set it aside, absentmindedly playing with her
glossy black hair. “Let’s talk about tomorrow’s plans tomorrow. Sherry, you promised me you’d try on a dress for me.”
His words carried a deeper meaning, and Sherry couldn’t misinterpret them.
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But did she have to change clothes in front of him now that she was completely naked?
Even though the lights were turned off, the moonlight was too bright tonight, and she
could see everything in the room clearly.
“Now?
“Yes, right now.”
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Mr. Sniper leaned back against the headboard, calmly watching her.
He lay there so casually, with his long legs crossed, making no effort to cover his body,
as if he intentionally wanted to see her embarrassed.
No, it wasn’t a coincidence; he was doing it on purpose.
Under the white mask, the curve of his lips gave him away.
erry grmed her teeth and went for it!
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After all, it was just changing clothes, right?
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They had already spent so many intimate evenings together, and they didn’t keep any
secrets, at least not about their bodies.
She moved around, opened the closet, and returned her gaze to him.
Mr. Sniper had already replaced all the garments in the wardrobe, which had previously
been filled with pink.
Long gowns, short skirts, sundresses, strapless gowns, camisoles, off–the–shoulder
gowns, pleated skirts, mini skirts, boho styles…
Sherry suspected he had bought every style of white dress available.
“Which one should I try on first?” she licked her lips.
Mr. Sniper’s gaze was intense, preventing her from meeting his eyes; he was clearly
impatient. “You choose.”
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Sherry’s hand glided down the rack of dresses, finally settling on the most modest one,
a round–necked gown.
Apart from her pale arms, little skin was visible, and the hem of the dress reached her
ankles, flowing elegantly.
Her black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, enveloping her upper body in
black velvet as she stood barefoot on the floor.
“I’m done changing.”
Mr. Sniper looked at her and crossed his arms, muttering, “Not bad; change again.”
Even without high heels, her proportions were flawless in her second outfit. She wore a
one–shoulder shirt with puffed sleeves, paired with a pleated skirt that reached just
beyond her knees, showcasing her slender and long legs.
This outfit had a youthful feel to it, and when Sherry put it on, she exuded the aura of a
pure and innocent campus queen.
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Mr. Sniper pointed to a strapless evening gown in the closet and said, “Try that one on
for me.”
He certainly knew how to choose. Sherry clenched her teeth.
She had purposely avoided that evening gown the previous two times, not because it
wasn’t beautiful, but because it was too sensual.
It was supposed to be a strapless dress, but it was even lower than the average one,
easily revealing cleavage. The waist was tightly cinched, and if her waist hadn’t already
been slim, it would have been difficult to fit into it. The lower part of the dress was
made of layers of white chiffon, creating a hazy effect that concealed and revealed her
legs, adding a touch of allure.
Sherry could feel the heat in Mr. Sniper’s eyes as she met his gaze.
“Sherry…
She tucked her hair behind her ear and waited for him to finish.
