The Wrong Woman

Daniel held Sienna's waist tightly while gazing at her intensely. He asked, "Why didn't you sleep longer in my bed?"

"Hmm?" Sienna blinked in confusion.

Daniel chuckled lightly and asked, "Were you waiting for me to get home, so we could sleep together?"

Sienna blushed. She gently hit his chest as she shyly murmured, "Not a chance."

"From now on, you don't have to cook for me," Daniel said as he touched her fair hand. Then, he gently kissed her hand.

"Why?" Sienna asked as she felt puzzled. After all, she believed her cooking was decent, as she had always been the one cooking at home.

"I'll cook when I come back. If I'm too busy, we'll hire a chef," Daniel said. He caressed her hand and continued, "My girlfriend doesn't need to cook or do household chores."

Sienna asked curiously, "Then what do you want your girlfriend to do for you?"

softly, "You can provide me emotional support, share your thoughts with me, listen to mine, spend quality time

shopping, and..." Daniel stopped saying then leaned in to kiss

guard by

kiss was passionate and lingering. He slowly moved his hand to her small waist and gently pulled

her body's response becoming increasingly strong. Sitting in the wrong position, she felt that she was being pressed against

inexplicably turned

down there. Nervousness, shyness, embarrassment, and

she tried to move away, the

desire ignited by the deep kiss, both of

at her bewilderedly,che gently murmured with a smooth voice, "Sisi, don't be

shy that she couldn't

accept sex before marriage," Daniel said with a bitter smile. "I won't force you. I

you rock hard?" Sienna murmured