Chapter 92 Special Props

• “The woman's lips brushed across Reginald's face. Reginald refused. Cynthia gave Reginald a coquettish look, embarrassed and angry.
• What don't eat this, this bad man, really know how to pretend.
• Cynthia took a deep breath and clenched her fists. Her fair, lotus-like arms reached up to Reginald's shoulders, and her soft, boneless body pressed against them. She reached out and placed his large hand on her waist.