Seeing me take off the white dress stained with red wine, he frowned.“I heard from my mother about what Emma did. Don’t take it to heart, she’s just a child, she loves you,”David said, the explanation unchanged after nine years.I thought, even when Emma comes of age, she will still be a little child in David's eyes.I smiled and sarcastically remarked:“But in that child’s heart, I’m just a murderer.”David’s face showed displeasure:“Don’t say that, she could never think that way.”I took a few steps back, putting more distance between us, and started to zip the back of my dress in front of the mirror.“I’ll help you,” he said, without waiting, and took the zipper from my hands.His fingertip warmth touched my back, making me feel a slight itch.Had this been in the past, I would have blushed, my heart fluttering, even aroused.But now, it only made me gross.“Be patient with her,”he murmured, his breath brushing my neck.I pushed him away sharply:“I have something to say to you.
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