Morris Cheal wrapped his arms around her waist and sat her across his legs, lifting his hand to hook her chin and gently rubbing his fingers over her skin in true confession, “If I disclose my identity, will I be able to put an end to all those warblers around you?”


    “Hey, “ying ying” means women, right?” Vivian Mond managed to get augh out of him.


    But it had to be said that the way Morris Cheal was jealous …


    surprisingly somehow made her feel a little cute.


    And … a little pathetic.


    “Don’t you worry about that.” Morris Cheal cupped her chin hand gently harder, with some punishing hint of children.


    “Gee, Morris, what were you thinking.”


    Vivian Mond was amused by the jealous Morris Cheal, she put her arms around his neck and rubbed her head against his neck, “You’re the only one in my heart. I don’t care about Aidan Sabastian or Myron Baron, even if a hundred men stood in front of me naked, they wouldn’t be as attractive as my husband.”


    “Is that true?”


    “Of course I am.”


    She straightened up and nodded her head.


    She met his eyes and felt his concern in Morris Cheal’s troubled face, and she was so distressed that she leaned over and kissed her lips of her own ord.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    But if you don’t kiss her, you can’t stop kissing her.


    Morris Cheal palm sp the back of her head, lips on her lips gently nibble, sucking, taste her lips sweet and soft, like touching the poppy, like an uncontroble sinking.


    It was only when they were breathing heavily that Vivian Mond reached out and patted his chest, trying to push him away, but Morris Cheal wouldn’t let go.


    Vivian Mond could only let him kiss him with abandon, mumbling incoherently, “Morris, stop it, or someone will find out.”


    The man’s throbbing, and the bulging firmness, revealed his mind.


    But Vivian Mond was blushing and looking around nervously, afraid that Morris Cheal might not be able to restrain his emotions and do something about it and be caught.


    “No. This side, very few peoplee. All around, it’s all my people.”


    He closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against hers, and spoke back in a low, husky voice.


    This time, Vivian Mond had no reason to resist even if he wanted to.


    But …


    “I … Morris, I’m afraid …”


    “Vivian, don’t be afraid, there is me.”


    “It is with you in, I’m just more afraid … afraid you are too raw, when the time is found there is no face to see.”


    Her small face surged with scarlet, and even the ears are flushed with red.


    Morris Cheal moved a little, wrapped his arms around her and leaned down close to her ear, “But … I want to.”


    Vivian Mond: “…”


    A sudden pain in her heart hurt.


    Thinking about the sacrifices Morris Cheal has made for her since her identity was revealed with his silent and selfless devotion, these ‘debts’ could only be repaid in three lifetimes.


    It would be outrageous to refuse his reasonable request for conjugal rtions now.


    The point is, Vivian Mond does not want to see Morris Cheal sad.


    A man who was willing to put his life on the line for her, how could she bear to see him suffocate.


    “So … then let’s … hurry up?”


    Her white teeth lightly bite red lips, gtinous skin through the red, delicate almost dripping water.


    It is that innocent look, just like a light feather in Morris Cheal heart tip tip incessantly titited, titited his desire to die.


    “The actual fact is that you’ll be able to get a lot more than just a few of these.


    Morris Cheal, who has always had excellent self-control, was defenseless in the face of Vivian Mond.