Of course, he knew there were differences between men and women.
Especially with the current peculiar situation.
Seeing Mia Ginger fall silent,
Mia was very pale, although thin, she was already almost a twenty-year-old young lady.
Endowed by heaven with a beautiful complexion.
Koa Jackson first noticed her exquisite, delicate collarbone, its graceful curve slightly protruding, appearing and disappearing under the bedroom's warm light, highlighting her fragile, thin snow-white skin, like a delicate, soft petal that would tremble with moisture at the slightest touch.
Mia had a stubborn nature, always obedient in front of him, but not with the gentleness typical of other girls, rather, obedient like a child.
Koa Jackson suddenly felt she was like a flower bud.
The most fragile, pitiable one on the branch in early spring, touched by dewdrops, standing in the slightly chilly air, shivering with the gentle breeze.
Koa turned his gaze away,