Evelyn didn't dare to respond, always feeling that once she opened her mouth, she would fall into the deep pit her uncle had meticulously laid out for her.
But, was there anything wrong with this question?
When she gets married, she and her husband will inevitably have physical contact, only then can they nurture the next generation!
Seeing the seriousness in her eyes, as if pondering his question, Caden couldn't help but laugh.
The laughter rumbled out of his chest, extraordinarily pleasant.
"So naive." He gently kissed her soft red lips, "Remember what you said, your husband can touch you."
Upon hearing this, Evelyn trembled even more violently, opened her mouth, but couldn't form a single syllable.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Cecilia Lynch's voice followed closely, "Evelyn, are you there? I brought you some clothes!"
Like finding a savior, Evelyn quickly responded, "Cece, I'm here! Come on in!"
