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,

It was not like I

as soon as he heard that, he immediately ran over and drank the soup

me with a suggestive gaze. "Ah, I told you. See? There's this problem

ten seconds even pass after Hendrix drank the

didn't even give me any chance to react.

my hands were sore. Only

to the bathroom to wash my hands. Hendrix also followed suit. He hugged me from behind, and gently washed my

that s*xual abilities gradually declined with age? What

It's your fault for seducing me." Hendrix said with a faint

as I shook off Hendrix's hand and

manly at all! How could he put

"Didn't you? Don't you know that by just standing here, you're already

I was dumbstruck.