My Baby’s Daddy

The man pressing on her became heavier. He was breathing more heavily like a wild beast panting. Despite this, Willow decided to play with fire at this moment. She lifted her head and kissed Jasper’s thin lips. His gaze became even more profound, and he reached for the woman’s hand around his neck… His voice was hoarse as he said, “Let go.”

She had no choice but to comply and let go, but the next moment, her wrists were pressed against her head by the man. The ambiguous atmosphere escalated.

Willow couldn’t help but tremble. She felt as if she was being held tightly by a wild beast and was unsure of how to react. Finally, his lips met hers, but it was a gentle and tender kiss that intoxicated her.

One kiss seemed to last for several minutes. Willow’s face turned as red as if she were on fire. Jasper also realized that he had overstepped and immediately sat up while offering a hasty apology. “I’m sorry.”

After speaking, he pushed the door open and left. Willow sat on the bed. Her face was flushed, her mind was in chaos, and her lips were slightly swollen, but her heart, filled with sweetness. Her lips, still puckered, couldn’t stop a sweet smile from forming. She touched her red lips with her hand. That kiss, both domineering and gentle, really made it hard for her to resist.

she was crouched on the ground with her face covered and

if he had only kissed her before. The way he kissed her just now didn’t feel like that of an inexperienced person.

then, Willow reached for a piece of paper that was blown to the ground. She didn’t even know she had picked up the wrong one. Originally, it was a painting, but suddenly

for a long time. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration seemed to burst from her mind, leaving her dazed as she focused on the painting. Could we have been looking in the wrong. direction? Is this painting hinting that the treasures back then weren’t on

Winston’s research room. When

Can you help me see if my direction is right?” she asked as she placed the paper on the table. It was a

placed the painting on the table, but he naturally corrected it for her while saying, “Willow, you placed it upside down.” At that, she immediately asserted, “No. We are supposed to view it upside