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Rebecca Quentin lifted her eyes from Howard Geoffrey’s embrace, her long eyelashes fluttering, appearing slightly innocent, and shyly looked at Howard Geoffrey, "I told you, you can’t laugh at ."
"Alright."
"While we were all chatting, suddenly a baby’s cry ca through, then Andrew ran over to and said, ’Mommy, my sister is hungry and needs to nurse,’ then I saw your mom holding a crying little baby walking towards ..."
"And then?"
"Then I woke up."
Howard Geoffrey laughed, "Didn’t see the wimpy kid’s face clearly?"
Rebecca Quentin shook her head, "The child seed to be wearing a little blue outfit."
Howard Geoffrey slightly furrowed his brow, "Blue?"
"Yes, a very soft baby blue, very cute."
"I want a daughter."
"What..." Rebecca Quentin blushed to the roots of her ears, "I’m not discussing having a boy or girl with you right now; I’m telling you about my dream."
Howard Geoffrey kissed Rebecca Quentin’s forehead, "Do you want this dream to co true?"
"I do."
That scene, so warm, just thinking about it makes one look forward to it.
"Alright, a year from now, we’ll invite everyone to Foam Island..."
Rebecca Quentin seed incredulous, "Will there really be such a day?"
Howard Geoffrey curved his lips playfully, "Of course, if we don’t try, it might be difficult to achieve."
"What do you have to try?"
Howard Geoffrey nuzzled Rebecca Quentin’s cute nose, "To work hard to give my mom another little grandson."
Rebecca Quentin’s cheeks flushed, "Hate it, I’m talking to you about that dream, not in a hurry to... to have a baby with you."
Howard Geoffrey saw Rebecca Quentin’s flushed appearance and couldn’t help teasing her, "Becca..."
"Hmm?"
Howard Geoffrey leaned close to Rebecca Quentin’s ear and whispered, "Do you know what I like most about you?"
When Howard Geoffrey spoke, his breath brushed against Rebecca Quentin’s ear, making her feel a bit ticklish. She shrunk her shoulders and asked a bit muddledly, "What?"
"You’re easily shy... I always feel sothing when you blush."
His slightly scorching breath sprinkled on her neck, making her heart flutter for a mont.
Howard Geoffrey suddenly buried himself in Rebecca Quentin’s neck, deeply inhaling the faint scent that belonged to her.
Rebecca Quentin felt more stirred, her body slightly impatient, yet she couldn’t resist.
He initially only kissed lightly on her neck, gradually, his arms around her began to restless...
Initially, they were around her waist, then slowly climbed up, finally ventured into her clothes, directly passing through her underwear, gently but wantonly kneading the roundness beneath.
Rebecca Quentin could clearly feel the temperature of his body rise to the peak in an instant, the slightly rough hand on her softness also carried a searing heat...
The atmosphere in the room suddenly beca utterly seductive...
Rebecca Quentin’s breath started to beco slightly erratic, her hand anxiously clinging to Howard Geoffrey’s arm, striving to articulate with clear reasoning, "Howard... Howard Geoffrey, don’t forget what Doctor Henley told you..."
To avoid injuring the wound, they must abstain from sexual relations for now.
Howard Geoffrey responded vaguely, "I know..."
"Then your hand..."
"I’m just easing a craving."
"..."
After hastily wrapping things up, Rebecca Quentin found her lips slightly swollen from his kisses, her chest subtly sore from his kneading... Tidying her clothes, she looked at him.
His eyes, tinted with desire, gazed reluctantly at her as she straightened her clothes, his tense handso face revealing the extent of his current restraint.
Rebecca Quentin’s breath was still uneven, speaking with a pant, "Um... I’m hungry, I want to eat sothing."
"I’m also hungry..."
Howard Geoffrey spoke as he leaned towards her again.
Rebecca Quentin promptly pressed her hand against Howard Geoffrey’s chest, her face blushing like powdered rouge with so guilt, "Don’t... Bear it for a few days and it’ll be alright."
Howard Geoffrey frustratedly punched the bed, then got up to straighten his clothes.
It was then that a servant walked in from outside.
The servant clearly did not expect such a scene in a room with the door open―
The male host was getting dressed, while the female host’s face was flushed, clothes and hair slightly ssy, breathing heavily.
"Sorry, Mr. Geoffrey, I..."
Assuming she had interrupted so "good deed," the servant quickly retreated.
Rebecca Quentin’s eyes widened in shock at the servant’s reaction.
Howard Geoffrey, now back by the bed, spoke gently, "You just said you were hungry, I’ll have them bring sothing for you to eat."
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