The grand wedding is happening in a five-star hotel, while the bridesmaid Savanna Moger is lying sideways on the large round bed in the hotel room.
Beside the bed stands a young man, his handsome face slightly bowed, greedily staring at the alluring Savanna Moger on the bed.
Her twisting delicate body is as agile as a water snake.
What is happening to her? How could this be?
Forcing herself to gather her strength, Savanna Moger slowly opened her hazy eyes, her hoarse voice carrying a thick, seductive allure: "Robert Monty, thanks, I'll be fine after some rest, you don't need to bother with me."
"Are you really okay? You don't look so good."
Robert Monty had been chasing Savanna Moger for two years, nearing college graduation, he hadn't even touched her hand yet.
Not wanting to become a laughingstock among friends, Robert Monty resorted to this tactic, even if he couldn't get Savanna Moger's heart, he would get her body.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
