The president's seventh bride

Hearing what Carlos said, Alicia thought of what her mother had told her many years ago. At any time, a woman would rather lose her virginity than lose her mind. Now it seemed that there was no need for her to lose her mind, and she could also dismiss the worry of losing her virginity.

"So this is all that you wanted to tell me?"

Carlos glanced at her indifferently, "No, come with me."

He walked out of the room first. Alicia quickly got dressed and followed him out.

"When you go in and out of the room every day, you'll inevitably pass by my bedroom. Therefore, I need to remind you that you're not allowed to stay in my room for more than half a second, let alone touch anything here, especially my bed."

Carlos pointed to the big and tidy bed behind him and overemphasized, "You can't even get close to it."

"Do you hate women so much?"

Alicia asked in disbelief.

I do hate them. I hate them just as much as I

"Why?"

with displeasure, "Besides hating women, I don't like

the only possibility. But before she could verify it, it had already been refuted by the man with

gay or not. I don't like women, which doesn't

turned back towards the room, he pulled her back suddenly,

was stunned and asked after a moment, "What are you

"Shut up."

shut up after doing something like this to her. Alicia cast him a sarcastic smile, "You just said that you didn't like women, but now you suddenly behaved like this. Is it a

"Look over there."

at the door with his eyes. With a look, she suddenly found that the originally closed door was pushed ajar, with pairs of eyes peeping from the outside. She suddenly flushed up to her ears as if she was caught having

even more that Carlos caught her off guard, lowering his head and kissing her lips. Alicia froze with her eyes wide open, completely confused, and lost her composure

ice. As the door gradually closed, Carlos straightened