Wolf President Hooks Up

Her eyes and mouth were wide open, and her head felt like it was about to explode.

'Did Timothy kiss me?' She wondered, blinking.

'That was a kiss, wasn't it? I'm not bothered, but was that a kiss?'

She was irritated because she couldn't tell if he had kissed her or not in the bright sunlight.

"What made you decide to stop? Is there something wrong with your legs?" Timothy turned to face her.

"Huh? What?" Rylee was taken aback by his voice and looked up at him.

He appeared calm as if he hadn't just stolen a kiss from her. Okay, she was probably daydreaming.

"What made you decide to stop? Is that a signal for me to carry you?" Timothy's brow furrowed as he considered such an idea.

"Will you carry me? Like a princess?" Rylee's lust was sparked, and she smiled evilly.

But Timothy smacked her dream to the ground, saying, "Keep dreaming, or wait until you grow prettier!"

But Timothy smacked her dream to the ground, saying, "Keep dreaming, or wait until you grow prettier!"

Rylee frowned and grimaced behind him as he spoke. 'You're a jerk, Timothy Wheeler! Do you have to remind me that I'm not attractive?' She cursed him inwardly.

Timothy abruptly came to a halt at this point, which surprised Rylee; she immediately resumed her normal expression. 'Damn, does he have a pair of eyes on his back or what?'

"Do you have to?" Timothy sighed, his back facing her.

"Huh?" What was it that he said all of a sudden?

"Do you have to cry just because I'm not carrying you?"

'Huh? No, I'm not crying! And I would not cry just because of that; Rylee Carroll is not a cry baby! Shit!' Rylee considered this as she pointed her finger at the tip of her nose.

"Woman..." Timothy sighed as he knelt and waved his right arm at her.

"What are you up to?" Rylee looked at his back with interest, and just as she was about to tilt her head to look at his face, his arm landed on her calves, and she fell onto his back.

"Ah…" What was the situation? How did she end up riding on Timothy's back?

continued walking as if she

can walk," Rylee said as she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing him to turn his head around. "How dare you slap my

again, that wasn't a slap but a loving touch, a gentle loving touch, haha,"

returned to the front. "How embarrassing can you be? Crying because I refused to carry you. Okay, I'll do

cry? Put me down; I

woman is such a trouble, you cried your heart out but denied," Timothy

Timothy

that jerk, said it as if she begged him to piggyback her! Oh, no! He was such a

to face them! "Holy shit!" He cursed as he clung to a tree

What the hell? How pompous

is much better!" He said to his colleague on

you concur, don't you? Daughter is

a miracle may occur and she may be able to marry a

…

and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded

this as she leaned in close to Timothy's ear to get a better look at his expression. She wanted to see

Timothy's ear as

to do with the fact

staying warm in my bed during the

what he meant,

certain of that..." Timothy gave a

"What?"

you weighed more than a pig! Did you ingest a stone

not as fat as

was thoroughly entertained by her

put me down; I want

held his breath as her breasts rubbed against his back, he couldn't help but squeeze her buttock. Rylee, on the other hand, was completely unconcerned because her attention was

off Timothy's back and dashed up

said

the bags to Armand before following Rylee

horses, stopping in the middle to gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come up here, let's go

gracefully with both hands in his pockets, as if waving in

was crystal clear,

was the perfect life he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily

riding, let's go!" Rylee stood in front of a red rum horse, unsure

approached the horse and stroked