Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 261

Crystal said seriously, “That’s right! I thought so too. Freud looks tall and strong, but he is so fragile.” “Crystal.” Harold’s voice was indifferent. “Do you believe this nonsense yourself?”

“…” Crystal said, “Well, I don’t believe it. I just suddenly wanted to eat lamb skewers.”

Harold lowered his eyes and looked at the outline of her face in the darkness. “Is it delicious?” Crystal raised her hand. “I’ve packed some for you. Do you want to have a taste? It’s delicious.” “Thank you for remembering me.” Harold’s voice was full of sarcasm. “But it’s already half past twelve. I won’t eat anything.”

Crystal slowly put down her hand, coughed, and said, “Then I’ll put them in the refrigerator… Put me down first. Being here makes me a little scared.”

After all, her back was completely suspended in the air. If she was not careful, she could fall directly into the living room.

Harold didn’t let go.

Not only did he not let Crystal go, but he also pushed Crystal a little to the back. Crystal was so scared that she screamed, “Ah, ah, I know I’m wrong! I really know I’m wrong! Don’t make me fall to death. Ah, ah, ah, if I fall, my head will explode. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…”

Harold, “…”

talking. Why don’t you coax me?” Harold leaned against Crystal’s ear and said in a low voice, with

with tears. “I, I don’t

school, my teacher didn’t teach me

Harold said, “You don’t even

a sweet mouth…” Crystal said timidly, “It’s not sweet at all. Let’s go to eat barbecue. The grilled corn is delicious…

his lips against hers, and said, “I’ll try it myself to see if it’s sweet

Crystal, “!”

an arm around her waist and leaned over to kiss her. Unaccustomed to this, Crystal leaned back and her neck became stiff, like a swan that could be killed at any time, or a sacrifice that was wantonly enjoyed

her

branded with Harold’s imprint. She felt dizzy and leaned against his body. She did not have any strength at all. Suddenly, his hand was moved away from her waist and went into her T-shirt. His dry palm stuck to her soft waist, causing Crystal’s whole body to

suddenly opened her eyes and vaguely saw a little shadow of Harold. Her voice was as soft as an animal’s. “…Don’t

insist.” The man’s voice was calm, but his movements were

his fingers and said, “Have you ever heard of

“What?”