The knitted coat was peeled off, revealing a small black sleeveless vest she was wearing inside. "Hmm——" Alice's mouth filled with the rum taste, which is from to Maxwell's breath. She wanted to struggle, but her hands were clipped back and snapped over the mirror behind. His hand, stroking Alice's face, was like stroking the most important treasure. She recalled every bit of being with him, and a warmth slowly rose from the bottom of her heart. "Hmm ... wait ... wait, Maxwell, can't you be so behaved, can we talk about it first." Although she can't see her face at the moment, Alice can guarantee that she will definitely make her ashamed. Words such as beasts can never be associated with Maxwell. After hearing her words, his movements stopped and he looked at her with a condescending