The next day, Mia Moreland woke up on the big bed in the villa, a vague sense of discomfort on her body reminded her of what happened last night.
After last night, the charm between her brows had noticeably changed, reflecting a difference in Ann Chapman as well.
Like right now.
In the past, when they occasionally slept together, his hand always held her abdomen properly, neither too high nor too low, but now...
Mia Moreland turned her head to look at Ann Chapman's face, which was close at hand, and asked, "How does it feel?"
Ann Chapman pretended to feel it: "A bit small."
Mia Moreland kicked him away, "Then go find a bigger one!"
"Too late." Ann Chapman grabbed her ankle and pulled her closer, "My innocence has already been ruined by you, you can't just abandon me."
Mia Moreland raised her head arrogantly and moved her foot, "Then it depends on your performance."
"How do you want me to perform?" Ann Chapman ambiguously kissed the instep of her foot.
