Chapter 862

Xandra wiped carefully. The alcohol stung, and its coolness was sharp against Timothy's skin. But Xandra made sure she didn't miss a single spot. Timothy felt tormented. "Xan, please untie me…" But Xandra ignored him. Her gaze shifted downward to his partially unbuttoned pants. Timothy's throat tightened as a bad feeling crept up his spine. And sure enough, Xandra moved the alcohol wipe there. At that moment, Timothy wished he could just pass out. His eyes reddened at the sheer injustice of it. Finally, his patience snapped. With a fierce tug, he broke free of the ropes binding his wrists. He then flipped himself over, pinning Xandra beneath him. Before she could react, he kissed her. Xandra looked at Timothy kissing her, thought for a moment, and blinked. "Your mouth needs to be wiped too." She then reached for the alcohol wipe and wiped his lips. Timothy was speechless. Could she at least use a fresh one? He then caught her hand and kissed her again with reddened eyes.