"Don't do it" She pushed him by the shoulder, blushing and shrinking her head to avoid his kiss.
But she didn't know that the more she resisted him, the more excited she became.
He was so stimulated by her that he felt the urge to half-cut her off on the couch, even though there were a lot of servants around the living room.
"I, I'm not feeling well today" Eventually, she poured a plate of cold water on his head, causing all his enthusiasm to collapse in a second.
He stopped the urge to kiss her, looked at her crab-red face curled in her neck, lowered his head and kissed her white forehead, and patted the back of her head to comfort her.
"Since it's uncomfortable, next time, I'll wait for you."
He knew what she meant by uncomfortable.
She was saying she had a period.
He didn't know how women felt when they came to menstruation, but he guessed it would be uncomfortable.
It's probably like someone stabbed her in the stomach with a knife and the blood flowed profusely She explained it to him like that, and there was no way for him to verify whether it was or not.
After knowing that she was uncomfortable, he didn't think about her again.
For him, Her health is far more important than his own needs.
"If you're not feeling well, sit down and rest."
He put his arm around her and walked back to the couch, holding her waist and letting her sit back on the couch.
"Oh."
She sat down and said nothing, her face still red.
She's still shy.
He looked at her with a headache.
He admits he liked her shy look.
It's beautiful, it's cute.
But he didn't like the way she was shy and didn't speak.
He wanted to talk to her more.
He looked at her, because he was not a man who could find topics and not coax girls, and looked at her for a full two or three minutes before asking.
"What are you doing?"
"Knitting sweaters."
She turned to look at him and replied.
"Woven for me" "It's not."
She shook her head in denial.
He was a little displeased, "That's for whom?"
” "It's for Mumu, and now it's cold and I guess it needs a sweater, so I want to try knitting one for it to wear."
"Won't you knit me one?"
"Huh" He didn't think what he said was funny, but she looked at him and laughed happily.
"Laughing at something."
He rubbed the hair on the back of her head and asked her.
"You're jealous" She stopped laughing, and brought her slightly childish face to him and asked mischievously.
"Yes or no, no" He pinched her tiny nose.
It feels very soft, like one.
"Well, no." is obviously still a little girl, but she looks at him and reasones with him like an adult.
"You think, you're so old that you're jealous of a puppy.
Don't you think that's embarrassing, so you can't be jealous. ” "I have to."
"Don't" "I can't help it."
"If you don't want it, you don't want it" She is really stubborn at times, and the principles she believes must be followed by him.
He remembered that she didn't have this bad habit at first.
It's only in the last month or two.
So is he spoiling her and making her unscrupulous.
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He had heard that women and children were the same, and that if she was spoiled all the time, she would become more and more squeamish and domineering.
He agrees.
Because the girls in his family became more and more squeamish under his excessive spoiling.
But he still wanted to spoil her. oshow7 t1706231537: