Let's Get Married

A strange yet familiar feeling electrifies Lily. Her strength seems to have been sucked away. Her legs limp and she falls back into the hospital bed, with her head sinking into the soft pillow. The man's hot body presses down immediately. As if he fears of hurting her, he supports himself with both hands on her sides, keeping her a punch away.

Rex's eyes fall on her. His deep and dark eyes shine so brightly. Lily cannot withstand such a burning gaze. Her heart pounding wildly, she nervously swallows and says, "R, Rex...."

She hasn't expected that she would sound so shy and horny and soon feels her scalp go numb.

Rex's eyes swell with affection. "I'm here."

"I miss you so much." She is shy but can’t help telling him her true feelings repeatedly. These simple words weigh no less than their literary meanings.

"I know. I know everything." Rex lifts his hand to remove the strands of hair resting on her face, gently kissing her from her forehead to the tip of her nose. He knows everything she has experienced in the past six months, which gives him the strength to get up again.

However, Rex doesn't want to tell her that, afraid that she would feel the burden. He only emotionally calls out her name, "Lily, my Lily...."

Lily stares at his handsome face, and feels her ears burning. Deep in his pitch-black eyes is her reflection, and it is the only one. She is about to drown in this black.

"Don't leave me again...."

"I promise."

Rex's heart aches as he slowly kisses the woman beneath him. She belongs to him entirely. They are close, body and soul. Having held it back for so long, now they are about to loses control.

Lily is lost in this amorous atmosphere until the man unbuttons her clothes. She wakes up from the dream and grabs his hand, saying, "No, you haven't fully recovered yet."

critical moment, she is still

been holding back for half a year. He is no longer in control after touching her as he tightens his

the doctor say that you need to rest? You are

good?" Rex squints when he hears that. He can't stand it as a man. Bending over to her

glares at him, stuttering from his heat, "I, I’m caring

think it's healthy for me to hold back my fire like this?"

Harry is still lying next door, but she also can't

tender face. She is a mother of a five-year-old child, but the pores on her face can

that stunning, but her facial features are delicate and pleasant. Men like the

without a word, her eyes are wet like those of a deer, provoking one's urge to protect her and take her back to the nest

raises her hand

her thin wrist and teases her, "What? It’s only been six months.

is not a good sign. She needs to get familiar with

to kiss her lips, rendering her unable to talk. Sticking his tongue into her

but they are sweating. Her clothes are ripped off and thrown aside.

today as a healthy man. He has been missing her

before he went to bed, and

if

he would fall apart being away from her any