"I’m being serious, my goddess is only one, and that’s my wife."
Helen lendy had been playfully teased by him countless tis today, each ti catching her completely off guard.
"Such a smooth talker."
Feeling a bit embarrassed, she turned her eyes away, but couldn’t suppress the smile curling at the corners of her lips.
Finally, she simply grabbed the blanket and covered her head like a thief, laughing so hard she trembled all over.
"Are you secretly laughing, my dear wife?"
Harry Hall’s voice sounded from outside the blanket, followed by two playful tugs at it.
Helen held on tightly, and he didn’t use much force either. From inside the blanket ca Helen’s muffled voice, "No."
Harry chuckled softly, "Then are you crying from being moved?"
"No."
From inside the blanket ca Helen’s hurried denial.
"Really? Let see."
Saying that, he started pulling at the blanket, and Helen held on tightly, not letting him pull.
Of course, Harry didn’t want to use much force either, he tugged at the blanket while playfully teasing her.
"Don’t pull, Harry Hall!"
"Okay, I won’t pull. Just let see if you’re crying or laughing."
"No peeking!"
"Then I’ll just pull it open."
Just as Helen was fighting to hold onto the blanket tightly, her waist was lightly tickled.
Helen was very ticklish, with her waist and earlobes being her most sensitive spots.
At Harry’s touch, she was so startled she imdiately let go of the blanket, screeching, "Ah!!"
Taking advantage of the mont she released it, Harry promptly pulled the blanket away.
"Let see!"
He imdiately cupped Helen’s face in his hands, a triumphant smile in his eyes, leaning in to kiss her lips while she glared furiously at him.
At that mont, Helen felt as if her heart had stopped for a second and then started racing upward like a rocket.
Her mory had been stuck in those university days when they were strangers, but after so ti getting to know each other, she realized she had dated Harry Hall and they had been in love.
However, they always maintained the roles of ordinary friends, never crossing any lines.
This mont, she was kissed by Harry Hall.
It was a scene she had dread of countless tis while lying in her university dorm, now becoming a real and tangible experience.
She widened her eyes, looking at Harry Hall’s close-up features, his gaze, every line of his face showing tenderness and affection.
She could feel that he really loved her.
How lucky she was.
Fearing his actions might scare her, Harry reluctantly let her go after kissing her briefly.
Helen’s face turned as red as a freshly cooked shrimp, staring at him in a daze, forgetting to even speak.
Harry reached out, pulled her face to his chest, kissed the top of her head, and chuckled softly:
"Are you shy now?"
Helen buried her face against Harry for a long while before raising her head to look at him, stubbornly saying:
"We’re all adults now, isn’t it just a kiss? Who wouldn’t know how to?"
She spoke with casual indifference, and if her face weren’t so red it looked cooked, Harry might have believed her.
"Then show ,"
Harry raised his eyebrows, amusent lighting his eyes.
Helen choked a bit, unable to handle the provocation, and just when Harry thought she would refuse, she suddenly stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Harry’s neck, and pulled him towards her.
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