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

hands anyway. It was not like I had

But as soon as he heard that, he immediately ran over and drank

down the bowl, Hendrix turned toward me, looking at me with a suggestive gaze. "Ah,

even pass after Hendrix drank the

even give me any chance to react. He strode over and carried me into the

hands were sore. Only then did Hendrix call it a

to the bathroom to wash my hands. Hendrix also followed suit. He hugged me from behind, and gently washed my hands for me. "Why does it take longer now for you to..." I

s*xual abilities gradually declined

your fault for seducing me." Hendrix said with a faint tone, but his voice was pleasant

I said as I shook off Hendrix's hand

could he put all

he chuckled softly. "Didn't you? Don't you know that by

I was dumbstruck.