, A few minutes later, Nathan Moore was finally willing to let go of Titus Zane, although one of his large palms that was gripping the back of her head had only loosened a bit, he was unwilling to let her leave.
His obsidian eyes, red with bloodshot streaks, stared at her as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Titus Zane, it's hard..."
Titus Zane...
Felt both exasperated and amused, but mostly helpless.
"The wound hasn't fully healed yet, the doctor said, it's not suitable for vigorous activities."
"No need for exercise, you help me." Staring at Titus Zane, Nathan Moore spoke as if it was a matter of course.
Titus Zane helplessly massaged her forehead, today was the Spring Festival, and there were still so many things waiting for her to take care of at home, but this man...
"Wife, help me..." Nathan Moore drew Titus Zane back into his arms, his hot lips gently and lightly touching hers, "It's New Year's today..."
