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."

curiously, "Then what do you

replied softly, "You can provide me emotional support, share your thoughts with me, listen to mine, spend quality time together after work, or do some mundane things together." "What kind

example, watch movies, eat, go out for a walk, go shopping,

caught off guard by the kiss, so she shyly

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

becoming increasingly strong. Sitting in the wrong position, she felt that she was being pressed against by

limp. She was thirsty and wet down there. Nervousness, shyness, embarrassment, and an inexplicable sense of fear made her want

more she tried to move

desire ignited by the deep kiss,

with a smooth voice, "Sisi, don't be afraid. Some desires are hard to control, you have to get used

so shy that she couldn't

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