Chapter 205 Mockery and Self-Reflection

Benson's body was almost pressed against her back, feeling her soft warmth, his breath unintentionally brushing against her neck. The warm breath moved across her skin like a gentle feather, stimulating her nerves. Her skin was particularly sensitive to this intimate contact, instantly blushing a faint red. She couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, as if she were a naive young girl easily flustered. Benson was not surprised by her reaction. Maybe it was because of her physical constitution, but whenever he was intimate with her, her reactions were always particularly obvious. He thought of a word—“delicate.” However, this delicacy was not just a description of her appearance but also a deep-seated purity within her. When she turned to look at him, a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes, as clear as autumn water. "Benson, stop pretending to be weak. It doesn't suit you." Her voice was icy, piercing straight to the heart. Her words were like a cold wind, dispersing the wa