Walter Schmidt lay on his side on the bed, his strong arm supporting his head, with just a corner of the blanket covering his waist.
His upper body was bare, his sexy, muscular physique like a sculpture, perfect to the extreme, making anyone looking blush.
He saw through the woman's little intentions at a glance, his thin lips curled up, and as she approached the edge of the bed, he reached out, clasped her wrist, and pulled her over.
Emma Benson fell into his embrace, her red lips pressed against his chest, the man's wild aura making her feel a rush of heat, but she lifted her head to glare at him fiercely:
"You're so annoying! If I don't want to have a baby, I won't! Are you trying to persuade me with this?" Recalling his frantic moves just now, she felt scared, as if she had already reached her limit.
