He placed her on the large bed, her face flushed with a crimson hue.
She bit her lip, unsure where to look: "Should we...um...take a shower first?"
"No need," Kay Forrest said ambiguously as he took off his coat, ca to her side, and kissed her.
He pulled her arms around his neck.
Jane Quinlan understood what he ant and wrapped her arms around his neck as he flipped over.
The air between them gradually ward up, and everything naturally fell into place.
The mont he took her, she kept her eyes tightly shut.
He smiled and kissed her shy eyes.
In the past, he liked passionate won, always feeling that only with such won could there be more excitent.
But today he realized that as long as the person is right, even if the woman isn’t passionate, it doesn’t affect his impulse.
Honestly, Jane Quinlan initially felt no pleasure, due to the pain.
But Kay Forrest was a great instructor in this respect, not seeking his montary pleasure to frighten her, but gradually easing into it...
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Gradually, Jane Quinlan also found her rhythm.
This thing wasn’t as difficult to accept as she had imagined.
She always thought of Kay Forrest as a wild man, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be much more ticulous than she imagined.
Afterwards, he would carry her to the bathroom to clean her up, wipe her body, always looking at her with a tender gaze.
Jane Quinlan felt very happy, perhaps at tis, she really didn’t understand Kay Forrest that well.
After this ti, she finally understood, the man she liked, though seemingly frivolous, was actually very detailed and considerate.
After they got dressed, Jane Quinlan remained sowhat silent.
Not knowing what to say, everything seed a bit strange and awkward.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and Kay Forrest crouched in front of her and kissed her forehead: "Rest at ho this afternoon, I need to go to the newspaper office.
After I finish the work on hand, I’ll co back early to be with you."
Jane Quinlan nodded and smiled: "Okay."
"And, don’t cook tonight, I’m taking you out."
"Where to?"
Kay Forrest shrugged: "It’s a secret."
Jane Quinlan pouted unhappily: "You always mystify things to confuse ."
"How is it confusing? It’s just to give you a surprise."
After he left, Jane Quinlan rolled over on the bed and covered herself with the blanket.
The fragrance of their recent intimacy still lingered in the blanket, and she blushed.
Isn’t it magical?
She and him...were originally just strangers in this world, getting to know each other through a comical misunderstanding.
She wasn’t sure when she started being attracted to him.
She just felt that this man had an extraordinary charm.
No other person of the opposite sex had ever made her feel this way.
Though they argued every day, they also cherished each other because of it.
Thinking back, this period of ti...really feels like a dream.
After lying in bed for a while, she got up and stripped the bed to wash the linens.
After washing them, she lay back down on the bed.
She thought about taking a nap, but then the doorbell rang.
Strange, seldom does anyone co here; she got down from the bed and asked by the door: "Who is it?"
"Jane Quinlan, it’s , Lily Snow."
Jane Quinlan quickly opened the door, surprised to see the person at the door asking: "How have you left the hospital?"
"The checkup results are out, there’s nothing wrong with ."
Jane Quinlan pulled her inside and let her sit down: "Even if there’s nothing wrong, you should still rest for a while.
That scene must have scared you terribly."
Lily Snow sat down and sighed dejectedly.
Jane Quinlan frowned: "What’s wrong, you seem so dispirited."
"Jane Quinlan, I feel like I’m a failure as a person.
I never got love, and I even ruined friendships.
Actually, I ca to see you because I wanted to make friends with you.
But I guess... you must really dislike now."
Jane Quinlan smiled: "Why would I? No, you are so straightforward and adorable, why would I dislike you?"
"Do you really think that way?"
"Why would I lie to you."
"Actually, I know what Kay Forrest said today was right.
I’m like an idiot, not understanding or knowing anything.
I know that Oliver Turner used to like Faye Townsend in Anchester, these rumors are plentiful.
Today Oliver Turner told , Faye doesn’t cook either, and that I shouldn’t force myself.
But I am very clear about the differences between Faye and myself."
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