George: "..."
Oh no, my heart's in chaos!
His handsome face turned bright red, and through Heather's clear eyes, he could see his own reflection, looking cute and dumb, imprinted in her eyes.
George quickly averted his gaze: "Heather, get up."
What to do? This girl, who did she learn from? How is she so good at flirting?
Even though he, as a man, hadn't done anything to her, she always managed to catch him off guard, making him so embarrassed and flustered...heart racing and shy!
George quietly took a deep breath: "Heather, be good, get up."
Heather firmly refused: "If you don't call me those two words, I won't get up!"
Seeming to see how embarrassed he was, Heather continued: "If you don't call me those two words, I'll keep calling you!"
George: "..."
Heather: "Hubby~ hubby~ hubby~ hubby~ hubby~ hubby~"
"Wife!" George gritted his teeth and shouted.
Finally, Heather smiled smugly, satisfied, and climbed off him, then who knows what she was doing.
