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?

as if

I can walk," Rylee said as she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing him to turn his

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

embarrassing can you be? Crying because I refused to carry you. Okay, I'll do a good deed today and carry you for a

cry? Put me down; I don't need you to piggyback and slander me! I did not cry at

woman is such a trouble, you cried

to say. So, if Timothy said she cried, she would simply admit that

jerk, said it as if she begged him to piggyback

was waiting at the destination, nearly collapsed as he turned to face them! "Holy

Rylee Carroll! What the hell? How

daughter is much better!" He said to his colleague on

concur, don't you? Daughter is

a miracle may occur and she may be able

…

wealthy families.

his body temperature on her stomach. "Timothy, you keep me warm like a heater!" Rylee said this as she leaned in close to Timothy's ear to get a better look at his expression. She wanted to see if he was happy or angry, but she didn't have a giraffe's neck to go around and check

breath blew into Timothy's ear as she spoke,

do with the fact

think about staying warm in my bed during the winter," Timothy said as he

what he meant, "Why would I want to

that..."

"What?"

pig! Did you ingest a stone

"I'm not overweight at all! I weigh only a hundred and twenty pounds! I know I'm not skinny for my height, but I'm not as fat as a pig! I'm a little chubby; maybe I should just kill myself instead

other hand, was thoroughly entertained by her response,

go horseback riding; put me down; I want to talk to that big horse!" Rylee wriggled

held his breath as her breasts rubbed against his back, he couldn't help but squeeze her buttock. Rylee, on the

jumped off Timothy's back and dashed up to the

said as

the bags to

middle to gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand and

hand, walked gracefully with both hands in his pockets, as

lake was crystal clear, revealing the

life he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily in front of

Rylee stood in front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to approach; thus, she waved at Timothy for

rider?" Timothy approached the horse