Chapter 95. Life Is Too Short

"What's your relationship with the gentleman just now...?" The three girls took a chair and He patted her head, and Penelope hugged his waist and looked up at him. "Life is too short, I don't mind," she replied.

"But you will suffer tomorrow," he smiled and pinched her ass. Penelope rolled her eyes, let go of him, and walked to the bathroom.

Warren pulled her over and pressed her to the bed. "You always provoke me, and I am not feeling well."

Penelope reached out to touch his forehead. "Does it hurt here? Here? Or here?" She teased.

He bowed his head and covered her mouth so she would stop talking. He held her hand and took it down on his lower body.

"It's here." Penelope blushed and groaned, "A hand job must satisfy you as I have training tomorrow."

He later placed her under the shower and looked up to turn on the hot water. Within three seconds, she was soaked thoroughly. But it didn't matter; she wiped her face and clung to his body. <