The wounds on his body were still painful, and Quincy had been trying hard to endure it. Looking at the cold sweat on his forehead, Wanda quickly found a towel to wipe it for him and said sadly, "If you feel pain, just cry out. It's not shameful."
"But I feel ashamed. Maybe we should do something else to distract my attention."
Before Wanda could react, she was dragged down by Quincy. In a charming voice, Quincy said, "For example, sing a song for me."
Wanda swallowed hard and said, "Well, if I sing in this way, I might be out of tune even more."
"Really?"
His voice was low, hoarse and sexy. His eyes were burning, hot and deep. Everything swept towards Wanda.
His fingers slid into her clothes, and her body trembled involuntarily. He still clearly remembered every sensitive part of her body, and easily set her on fire.
Wanda's mind went blank. This kind of familiar tenderness had not happened between them for a long time, and she was unwilling to destroy it.
tly. She knew clearly that her relationship with Quincy was a perfect combination of love and body. She could also clearly feel the love of Quincy for her. She didn't want to make him sad.
Regardless of whether she was telling the truth or not, Quincy stretched out his arms and held her tightly.
All of a sudden, Wanda's stomach growled, destroying the romantic atmosphere between the two.
She smiled sheepishly. "It's late now. I'm going to make breakfast. You haven't recovered yet. You were tired last night. Lie down obediently. I'll wake you up when the breakfast is ready."
Wanda put on her clothes and rushed into the bathroom briskly, unwilling to wash away the smell of him. Her face suddenly turned red. She seemed to be really lustful...
She took a shower and rushed into the kitchen. For all these years, this was her happiest time. She could stay with her loved one, cook for him, and watch him eat every meal contentedly. That was the happiest thing for her.