Stuck In His Heart

His helpless voice was like a sharp knife, piercing through her heart. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about anything else anymore. When she was about to force herself to sleep, a pair of long legs suddenly stretched out from the quilt.

A gust of mint fragrance and a touch of tobacco wafted over her nostrils. She frowned and was about to push him away, but the robber kind man opened his mouth first, "If you keep moving, I don't mind doing a vigorous exercise to you."

His words successfully stopped her. She angrily reprimanded, "you're shameless."

"I'm not only shameless," answered Richie quietly.

His self-knowledge was so powerful that she couldn't find anyone to match him.

Not knowing how long it had passed, the man removed the long legs that were holding her legs. When she was about to turn over, he suddenly got into her quilt.

Richie said in a low and hoarse voice. His usual stateliness was completely gone, and he held Consuela in his arms, like a child. "I can't sleep without you in my arms."

He almost didn't sleep last night. He dealt with work in the first half of the night and had video conference in the second half of the night. He thought about taking a nap, but he didn't fall asleep.

Suddenly, he found that he seemed to have become accustomed to sleeping with her in his arms. Without her, his insomnia would become worse.

He was not sure whether it was a good habit or not.

Consuela was pissed off by his weak voice. She rolled over and slid into the man's arms, patting him gently on the back.

Obviously, he wanted to comfort her, but somehow, he fell asleep.

Perhaps this woman really had some magic power that no one could explore.

When they woke up, it was already in the evening and the weather in spring was getting warmer. There was a deck chair placed on the balcony by Consuela.

enjoy was now filled the man with a cup of coffee in

her bed and took out her

what happened this morning, and

a woman by

believed that a rumor maker would not drink at all, unless

as this picture was published, it was considered that Harry had completely installed the

to help others, was now

that the woman he was sleeping with might be

message alert

message from Debbie. In the picture, there was a couple, Harry and Sheryl, with a powerful background known

a man, and when I saw that, I felt like another idol had died in my

first three men were drug abuse and prostitution, and the

be your idol," said

two had a great amount of talking, Consuela put her hair in a bun and made her way to the man sitting on the balcony. She leaned against the

looked

is over," said

that woman take a sip of the coffee

pretended to be an anthomaniac, she still had

up now, but she couldn't pretend to be ignorant

news this morning, what kind of intersection did you have? What... Well,

a faint smile and put the coffee back on the table. A moderate sound

do anything to her. He tidied up his wrinkled clothes and stood up. "Go downstairs to

to take a shower. Obviously,

else, the man who was opening the wardrobe turned around and asked with a smile, "you want to