Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 711 - 710: Woman, You’re the First to Overpower Me…

"..." Making little buns?!

Her delicate little face flushed red, and she instinctively touched her belly. Wasn’t there already two inside?

And he still wants to make more tonight? Ugh, big rascal.

"There are already two in my belly, who wants to make more with you..." She blushed, "How many do you want?"

The man’s warm, soft tongue tangled around her earlobe, sending a tingling sensation through her whole body.

He whispered, "How many does my wife want to have?"

She furrowed her brows, not knowing why, her heart felt warm, yet a bit scared.

"Two are enough." Does he want to make a whole soccer team?

"Wife, agreed? We’ll make them tonight, gently, hmm?" He licked her earlobe; his thin lips moved down to her white collarbone, leaving mottled marks when he parted.

He loved leaving his mark on her skin.

Her face turned bright red, looking charming yet adorably cute.

It took her a while to co to her senses: "Who... who wants to make little buns with you!" There’s already so in my belly, Crown Prince. Is he indirectly saying... indirectly saying he’s good in bed?

Not like this, alright?

Besides, cough cough, in this limited-edition sports car, the space is so, so small... barely enough for two people to sit... how could anything happen here? Such a cramped place! Yet he can shalessly suggest it, with such an elegant and distinguished appearance.

She coughed twice: "Well, hubby, you’re holding too tightly..."

The mont she spoke,

he realized his arms were tightly wrapped around her small waist, and his thin lips were reluctantly leaving her body, because he cared for her, he held her too tightly.

He loosened his grip.

When he looked down just now, he finally noticed that her body was sohow already bare, oh, it was him who had just rudely pulled up her dress and eagerly kissed her, feeling her.

These past few days, his heart had been painfully dull.

On the day Harry North gave him the latest information about finding her, he didn’t imdiately rush to bring her back... instead, he waited until midnight, then snuck into the Yansford family mansion, quietly slipping into her room, secretly wiping her tears.

He originally thought she would be happy away from him, but who knew she cried in the middle of the night, the entire pillow was wet, and he felt so heartbroken!

Lucas Knight took off his clothes, wrapping them around her: "Put them on."

His tone was indifferent, cool.

Eva Nightingale furrowed her lovely brows: "Hubby. Why are you giving your clothes?!" Didn’t he say he wanted to make little buns?

Right... This is in a car, there couldn’t possibly be car rocking, right!

She coughed again: "Well... hubby, the thing you just ntioned, I didn’t agree."

She lay on his chest, inhaling his scent, continued to speak: "It’s just... just about making little buns..."

"Hmm?" He nudged her with his chin, speaking lowly.

This girl, she changes so quickly!

One mont she tells him to leave, the next she says she loves him, and just now she teased him, kissed him, making him react in every way possible.

He spoke with a deep voice: "The fire you started, you put it out yourself? Hmm?"

Eva: When did I start a fire!

Yet strangely, she loved that feeling to death. Every ti he touched her, it made her feel like she was floating in mist, her consciousness hazy.

In the past, he would grab her at any mont, rough in action, yet tender and cherishing...