Chapter 191 You Haven’t Fed Me Yet


    I am a little annoyed after feeding a few pieces.


    Frances eats slowly. He eats a few pieces of apples for nearly half an hour. I don’t have time to be


    wasted on this.


    "You can enjoy the rest by yourself. I''m leaving." I stand up while curling my lips.


    "But you haven’t fed me yet, how can you leave?" I hear him joking behind me.


    Fed?


    Why does it sound like he is implying something else?


    Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if Frances talk frivolously, or I have read too much in his words.


    The phone vibrates in my hand. I look down. It is a text message from Noah.


    I don’t dare to click on the message because Frances is here.


    So I am only able to see the first few words.


    Honey, tomorrow morning I am going to...


    For fear that Frances may grab my phone again, I quickly put it in my pocket.


    "You can spend the night here. My hand is injured. If I need someone to take care of me, you will be


    around." Frances says.


    "Why would you need someone to take care of you? You only injured your hand." I speak up without


    thinking too much.


    "You''ll find out soon." He smiles at me and walks to the bed leisurely to lie down.


    Maybe it is because I fear what Frances may do to Noah. But it is more likely that I am reluctant to


    leave him.


    I stay.


    Lying next to Frances, I can hear his breathing gradually calming down.


    I turn my head to look at him. There is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.


    Who does he dream about to smile so sweetly? No matter who it is, it wouldn’t be me, right?


    I smile wryly and close my eyes.


    In a daze, it sounds like Frances gets up. But I am so sleepy that I don’t open my eyes.


    He sits on the bed for a while, then goes into the bathroom.


    A few secondster, he shouts from the inside.


    "Jane."


    I didn’t answer.


    Frances shouts again patiently. I have no choice but to get up. I walk to the door half-asleep and ask in


    a dull voice. "What do you want?! It’s time for bed!"


    "Come in and take off my pants. I can’t do it with my hands."


    He says in a low voice.


    Take off his pants?!


    It is one thing that I have seen Frances’ body, but it''s another thing to take off his pants with my hands.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    I feel too shy no matter how I look at it.


    Moreover, I assume he can do it with one hand.


    I hesitate for a few seconds without saying a word.


    "Hurry up." Frances urges inside. "Are you forcing me to use some special means so that you wille


    in?"


    I don’t know what his special means are, but it definitely is not what I want.


    I can only bite the bullet and go in.


    Frances stands in front of the urinal with no expression on his indifferent face.


    I turn my head away and fumble around his lower body for a while. Only to find that his zipper is a bit


    complicated, and it is not easy to pull down with one hand.


    I don’t dare to look at Frances, so it takes me a while to help him with the zipper.


    Just then, I hear the sound of sshing water.


    I instantly blush being in such an embarrassing vibe.


    Frances must have been holding his pee back for a long time because I hear the sshing went on for


    a while.


    After going to the toilet, he walks outside without telling me. So, I just go out behind him. My eyes fall


    on the phone beside my bed.


    Why does it look a bit different from where I put it?