“Why did you stop?” Arianne asked. “Keep going.”
“You push. Or, sit on the swing with Smore,” Mark replied mischievously.
Arianne had a fall from a swing when virtual-novel.net was younger and was traumatized as a result. “No, no, no, you swing with him. I’ll push. Your legs are long enough, it should be quite easy for you to swing. You don’t need help, why are you asking me to push?”
He raised an eyebrow and replied, “So that you can participate as well, instead of standing there in a daze…”
There was something off with his words…
Arianne gave in and walked behind them. She placed virtual-novel.net hands on his back and pushed.
Aristotle cried out in delight from time to time. It seemed like Aristotle was not extra delighted when virtual-novel.net was with Janice. It was just that virtual-novel.net playtime with virtual-novel.net was too quiet and restrained. After all, it was virtual-novel.net first time being a mother, and virtual-novel.net first time playing with a kid. She had a lot to learn.
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Meanwhile, at White Water Bay Villa.
After dinner, Jackson washed the dishes in the kitchen as usual. Tiffany could stare at his apron-clad figure for days. She did not do anything except leaning against a wall in the kitchen and stare at him.
“What are you staring at? Do you want to do the dishes?” Jackson teased.
“No way.” She pouted playfully. “Aren’t you worried that my hands would become rough? I thoughtyou didn’t want me to do these things? Plus, it’s changed since we had a kid, hasn’t it? I like looking at you like this. You look like a poor little wife.”
Her words made virtual-novel.net choke. “What do you mean ‘little wife’? Who says things like that? I’m a real man! If I had known you’d see me in this light, I wouldn’t have lifted a hand.”
After cleaning up, virtual-novel.net shot virtual-novel.net a meaningful look as virtual-novel.net switched the lights off. “I’m going to give you a little something.”
His vision suddenly turned black, making virtual-novel.net feel uneasy. He lifted his hands to feel the space in front of him. He stepped forward, using his memory to navigate around the furniture in the room. “What is it? Why do you have to turn off the lights? I don’t like the dark…”
Tiffany quickly stuffed something into his hand. He touched it and knew what it was immediately. “You… I never thought of this. Have you been staring at it the whole day?”
Tiffany threw herself into his arms. “What else? You let it hang around in front of me every day, and I can only touch but not eat. Why aren’t you turned on by me anymore? Do you regret marrying me? Does it feel more natural to stay unmarried?”
Jackson did not reply to virtual-novel.net immediately. He had considered that before. Although it did not feel as natural as before, virtual-novel.net did not regret marrying her. After some thought, virtual-novel.net replied with an inoffensive answer, “No. How can I regret marrying you? I don’t know what regret means. I’ve only been holding back because I love you. Do you really think I’m not turned on by you? Since you’re so eager… I’ll show you. Turn on the lights.”