When he was drinking soup, his eyes were fixed on her. What was more terrible was that there was still a smile on his lips, which made people feel strange and hairy.

Claudia felt that he seemed naked in his eyes, and that he was obviously drinking soup, but he seemed to be drinking her.

Finally, she couldn‘t stand it. She suddenly stood up, leaned over the table, and suddenly stretched out her hand to cover his eyes.

"Look at what look! Don‘t look at it again! Why are you so disobedient today!"

Rowan took her hand down and kissed her in the palm.

The burning temperature forced her face to blush abruptly.

"Let go, let go, let go of me."

Only then did he loosen his hand and spit out a leisurely sentence： "I have finished drinking, don‘t you drink?"

Claudia curled his mouth and mumbled, "Why are you always staring at me for soup?"

With that, she filled herself with a bowl of soup, picked it up and took a good sip. "Well, it‘s good, it‘s salty and light, and it tastes fresh, isn‘t it?"

Raising eyebrows, Claudia looked at him.

Rowan waited for her to drink a bowl of fish soup upside down and stood up with a cold face.

"Why are you going? Eat!"

Leaving the table, he went into the study without looking back, and then the door was knocked loudly.

After a busy day without a rest, she came to cook for him specially. He even threw her face!

Claudia was also angry. He was not in the mood to eat and did not tidy up. He ran directly to the bedroom and locked the door from the inside.

Tonight, he will not want to come in to sleep!

However, she overestimated the door lock and underestimated, uh, a Mr. Rowan who wanted to eat meat.

Sleeping in a daze, Claudia was awakened by the heat.

Subconsciously, she was going to kick the quilt, but when her legs moved, her mouth made a low, flattering and tactful sound, which startled her.

Half squinting his eyes, he saw a figure covering his body, doing the oldest human creation movement.

"Hello!" The soft and weak claws put on his shoulder. Claudia whispered twice and pinched his ear. "How did you get in?"

Rowan bowed his head and kissed her. After kissing her breathlessly and flushing, he reached for the bedside table and touched her.

Then, a silver keychain swung between his slender index fingers.

Claudia was angry and angry, but he was full of him and could not move.

Forget it, can‘t resist, just enjoy it.

Mr. Rowan was satisfied with the food and his eyes were gentle. Claudia was sour and weak and had no strength.

The gap between men and women in this respect is really not a fraction.

In the darkness, he hugged her and warmed her in his arms.

Claudia put his head on his chin and was frightened by his sudden attack. He shrank his neck and was completely honest.

His hand was under the quilt and was soon placed on her lower abdomen.

Stunned, she hid, and he took his hand away.

The two men each have their own thoughts and embrace each other so closely.

After midnight, 49 cities welcomed a rainstorm.

Claudia couldn‘t help drilling into the deep embrace of the person in front of him and stuck to him tightly.

He was awakened by her tossing and turning, did not open his eyes, but his hand was consciously patted on her back, like coaxing a child to sleep.

This heartwarming move made Claudia‘s nose sour. She kissed his chin and whispered to him, "Rowan."

"Uh－huh." His voice sounded sleepy and lazy, sexy and invincible.

But she didn‘t know what she wanted to say. She just called him and blurted it out.

"Nothing." Buried her head in his arms, she smelled the smell of him and finally fell asleep at ease.

*

"Oh!"

One morning, Claudia was holding the toilet and retching until bile was about to come out.

Someone patted her on the back and handed her a glass of water.

Without thinking, she took it and rinsed her mouth.

After a while of hardship, I looked up and saw Rowan leaning against the sink and looking at her deeply.

"How long has your period not been here?"

The faint male voice hit him, and he probably didn‘t realize that this sentence is no less than an atomic bomb for a woman.

Because his tone was as simple as asking, what to eat this morning.