, A few minutes later, Nathan Moore was finally willing to let go of Titus Zane, although one of his large palms that was gripping the back of her head had only loosened a bit, he was unwilling to let her leave.
His obsidian eyes, red with bloodshot streaks, stared at her as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Titus Zane, it’s hard..."
Titus Zane...
Felt both exasperated and amused, but mostly helpless.
"The wound hasn’t fully healed yet, the doctor said, it’s not suitable for vigorous activities."
"No need for exercise, you help ." Staring at Titus Zane, Nathan Moore spoke as if it was a matter of course.
Titus Zane helplessly massaged her forehead, today was the Spring Festival, and there were still so many things waiting for her to take care of at ho, but this man...
"Wife, help ..." Nathan Moore drew Titus Zane back into his arms, his hot lips gently and lightly touching hers, "It’s New Year’s today..."
Preoccupied with her lower regions, Titus Zane proposed a condition, "I’ll help you with this and then you have to stay obediently in the room, you’re not allowed to have Xiaojuan call again."
"Okay,"
As a single word fell, so too did the kiss, and his two large palms took forceful action.
He liked her tongue; it was warm and nimble, and her lips too, warm, that soul-lting sensation was unforgettable...
The breaths beca more rapid, the large palm holding the back of Titus Zane’s head tightened as well, "Mm, wife..." an affectionate murmur ca, Nathan Moore furrowed his brows, eyes closed, the mont had ended, yet he still wouldn’t let her go.
The New Year’s Eve dinner was very sumptuous. The household wasn’t large, with three housemaids, plus Aunt Liu, there were only six people in total around the grand dining table.
Although the master and mistress were amiable, eating New Year’s Eve dinner with them still made the young maids shy about reaching for dishes, no matter how Titus Zane encouraged them. They would just smile and nod, then eat their food bit by bit.
Perhaps because of lying in bed recuperating all day, Nathan Moore’s appetite had not been as great as before. After eating a small half bowl of rice, he laid down his chopsticks, and Titus Zane accompanied him back to the living room to wait for the Spring Festival Gala show on the sofa.
This was the first New Year’s the two of them had spent together, and Nathan Moore also wore a bright red knitted sweater that matched with Titus Zane’s, a couple’s set.
The living room was connected to the dining room and while it was far away, one could still see it. Seeing that the maids still seed uneasy, Titus Zane suggested to Nathan Moore to go back to their room.
Since his wound hadn’t fully healed yet, preventing him from taking a shower, Titus Zane helped Nathan Moore wipe down with a washcloth first, then changed into comfortable ho clothes. When Titus Zane went to the bathroom to shower, Nathan Moore didn’t forget to instruct from behind, "Make it quick, don’t take too long."
Titus Zane responded while feeling helpless, this man, he’s beco more and more clingy, in the afternoon he had agreed to behave, but as soon as she turned around, he changed his mind. She had not been in the kitchen for half an hour before he called her back again, and in the end, when she wanted to enter the kitchen, the housemaids refused to open the door.
In a hurry, she took a quick shower, put on ho clothes, and joined Nathan Moore under the covers, leaning against the head of the bed, "Let’s sleep for a while first, it’s been a tiring day."
"Not tired," Titus Zane turned her gaze, "Be good, let’s sleep for a while, and then we’ll watch the fireworks together tonight."
"Okay," Titus Zane felt warm inside, this year, she would not be watching the fireworks alone anymore.
Nathan Moore lay down beside her, set an alarm on his phone, and after lying down, he extended his arm around Titus Zane’s neck to draw her into his embrace.
Listening to the breathing in the crook of his arm becoming stable, Nathan Moore picked up his phone again, dialed a series of numbers, moved his handso face a little farther from Titus Zane, and asked in a lowered voice, "Is everything prepared... Mm, wait for my signal before you set them off..."
After putting down the phone, Nathan Moore once again drew Titus Zane into his arms.
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