My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix's hands were suspended mid-air, and he had no intention of withdrawing them back. He decided to negotiate with me. "Just a sip?"

"No way," I rejected him firmly. I had been receiving injections for a while now. Although the injection was not painful, I still felt tired of it and didn't want to give up halfway to have to restart the entire process again.

Hendrix frowned and pretended to be pitiful. "My mouth feels tasteless."

Seeing him behaving in such a manner, my heart softened, but almost in an instant, I regained my senses. I lifted my chin, pointed to the tray of soup on the cabinet and said, "No. Drink the soup. Madam Parker said that it's good for you."

Hendrix raised his eyebrows and looked over as if he was considering drinking the soup. "If I drink the soup and something happens, will you be responsible?"

"You..." Ugh! Could he stop thinking about doing that stuff for once?

From the looks of it, Hendrix seemed to have to decide on making a choice between the wine or the soup.

If he drank the wine, all our efforts would be for no reason. I still hoped that our children could be healthier.

for a while, I agreed bluntly,

only use my hands anyway. It was not like I had never done it

that Hendrix would have continued to negotiate for more. But as soon as he heard that, he immediately ran over and drank the soup in

he put down the bowl, Hendrix turned toward me, looking at me with a suggestive gaze. "Ah, I told you.

seconds even pass after Hendrix drank

couldn't take back my words. Hendrix didn't even give me any chance to

were sore. Only then did Hendrix

also followed suit. He hugged me from behind, and gently washed my

fact that s*xual abilities gradually declined with age? What was

Hendrix said with a faint tone, but his

did I ever sedu... you?!" I said as I shook off Hendrix's hand and turned to look at

at all! How could

he chuckled softly. "Didn't you?

I was dumbstruck.