Late at night, under the starless sky, the sea was pitch black.

Noah was drunk. He stumbled back to his room. He opened the door and was just about to turn on the light when someone gently held his hand.

He jumped. "Who is it?"

That person said nothing. In the darkness, he saw the shimmering black dress. He remembered that dress clearly.

Yvonne had worn that shiny black dress at the party. Her figure had looked so charming that he still had constant dreams about her.

Under the influence of alcohol, he grabbed the woman by the wrist and pinned her against the wall. He didn't even look at her face before kissing her violently.

Surprisingly, she was cooperative. Noah buried his head in her neck and kissed her. "Yvonne, why all the pretense? You still come to me in the end."

At the thought of how Yvonne was Stephen's woman, he became rougher.

He tore off her dress. She moaned a little. It was extremely exciting in the silent night. Noah could no longer hold back. He picked her up