My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After a while, Hendrix looked sideways at me, and his dark eyes were extremely deep. "You can go harder." I was stunned, and I blurted out in confusion, "Won't you feel pain?"

He lowered his eyebrows, and his coldness faltered. "Then did you think I'll feel the pain before you hit me?"

I stiffened up. Lowering my eyes, I didn't know how to answer him. So, I continued to massage him in silence.

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Then, I washed up and went back to bed. Hendrix had recently taken a liking to sleeping naked. When I adjusted my position in bed, I accidentally brushed against his junior.

I froze at the contact, and I couldn't help glancing over at him. He seemed unaffected, still keeping his eyes on the book in his hand.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I laid down and prepared to sleep.

I woke up earlier than him the next day.

He had a good posture even when he was sleeping soundly, and he still looked handsome. He had distinct facial features, and his short dark hair

lips pressed together, and their

sleeping in a state of

was said that people who slept in this posture were domineering. They would do whatever they set their minds out to

was exactly

a sturdy chest, wide shoulders, and

when he was sleeping, he

face, Hendrix opened his eyes in a flash. His eyes were dark, and there was no hint of sleepiness. His eyes were

eyes. I calmed down after being flustered for a

his tensed body relaxed. Squinting his eyes, he stretched out

that I had been peeping at him, "You should go back to sleep. I'll go downstairs

buy groceries. The fruits that Aaron had bought were still in

basket. Aaron was right. They were fruits from Hovell. The tomatoes were small, but they tasted

Monique had said she was craving green mangoes, I washed and packed some of them, and I sent a