His love

At that moment, upon feeling Willow’s warmth, Matthew suddenly felt Incredibly grateful for the wildcat that almost caused an accident on the road. 

His countryside villa was just in front of this wooden house. Whenever he was down, he liked to come here alone. 

Today, as he approached the villa, a wildcat had suddenly dashed out of the grass beside the road. He had to slam on the brakes to avold hitting it. 

As Matthew stopped the car, he glanced out the window. It was pure coincidence, but he happened to see a lone sneaker lying by the roadside. He clearly remembered that Willow was wearing shoes identical to this one before she changed into her performance outfit for her audition today. 

He found it amusing that, despite his efforts to rid himself of Willow’s influence, he could still remember exactly what shoes she was wearing. 

Matthew considered that the shoe lying there could merely be a coincidence. But it was too small–barely larger than his hand. 

Few adult women had feet that small. This shoe was definitely Willow’s. 

After glimpsing the unlicensed black Volkswagen parked nearby and the wooden house not far ahead, Matthew grabbed the shoe and sprinted toward the house. 

Sure enough, he found Willow there, along with several men. Had he been a few minutes late, Willow wouldn’t have escaped being sexually assaulted. 

At this thought, Matthew felt a strange tightness in his chest. He unconsciously held her even tighter. 

Noticing one of Willow’s feet was bare, he glanced at the shoe he had tossed aside. Driven by some inexplicable urge, he picked up the shoe and put it on her foot. 

Her sock had been removed, revealing her smooth foot. Matthew’s Adam’s apple bobbed vigorously, and his eyes darkened significantly. As if possessed, he couldn’t resist brushing his fingertips against Willow’s sole while putting the shoe on her. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Willow was incredibly ticklish, especially on her sole. Upon being touched there, she reflexively kicked off the shoe he was trying to put on her. 

Though she was not fully unconscious, her mind was completely muddled. 

Back then, in the dungeon, Matthew and Aaron often tickled her feet. The three of them would play guessing games to pass the time, and the loser would be tickled. She would always lose. 

The feeling of her foot being tickled made Willow feel like she was transported back to the dungeon. She playfully pouted. “Matthew, stop it!” 

Hearing Willow’s voice tinged with slight annoyance and an endearing innocence tugged at Matthew’s heartstrings. Unable to restrain his emotions any longer, he forwent the shoe and pulled her fiercely into 

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his arms. 

Willow was already feeling dizzy. The tugging spun her world further off its axis, which made her fall. Matthew not only tickled her foot but also dropped her. It was truly exasperating 

Grinding her teeth silently, Willow decided to give Matthew a taste of his own medicine. In fact, he was very ticklish, too. Her most ticklish spot was her sole, while Matthew’s was his armpits, 

Whenever Matthew upset her, she would instruct Aaron to tickle his armpits. She fumbled around but couldn’t find Aaron, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. 

“Matthew, I’ll make you cry now for bullying me!” she declared as she reached to tickle him. 

Before she could reach him, her wrist was suddenly caught in his firm grip.