"Miss Jenkins, you... let go first." Nolan Morrison deliberately made his voice sound indifferent and emotionless, but he himself couldn't hear that, apart from the feigned indifference, there was much more helplessness and pampering.
Matilda Jenkins shook her head, tears gradually soaking through the thin layer of fabric on Nolan Morrison's back. She sobbed, "I won't let go, not just this time, I will never let go again. You are mine."
Since you've returned, I will definitely not let you leave again.
And I'll never let go again, having missed once, I can't afford to miss a second or third time.
Nolan Morrison felt a patch of wetness gradually spreading on his back, hearing her choking voice, there was struggle in his eyes, his body trembled, he almost couldn't control himself from turning around.
Matilda Jenkins let go of him: "You should rest for a bit, I'll go heat up the breakfast I bought for you, it'll be quick."
She sniffed as she got off the Bed and walked out.
