Her Seven Little Bodyguards novel Chapter 965

Chapter 965 How Would You Like It

"Darling, it's so smart of you to guess it right immediately," Hanson replied, making it clear that he really didn't feel like going to sleep just yet because he felt more like doing one particular thing.

"Hold on a minute." Vania stopped him from feeling her up.

Hanson was reluctant to stop, though. "What's the matter?"

"I haven't posted on Twitter yet," Vania replied. She had yet to throw light on the rumors circulating on the internet.

Hanson replied, "There's no hurry for that. The truth will always prevail, while lies can never become reality. Just let those haters get high for a while." He spouted these uninteresting theories just to have Vania to himself. Moreover, he snatched her phone away. "Pay attention or I'm gonna punish you."

"You always make the same threat every single time. Can't you come up with something new instead?"

Upon hearing that, Hanson instantly got the wrong idea; his eyes continued to shine with excitement as quite a number of ideas came to his mind. "Alright, then, how would you like it, darling?"

Seeing the lecherous look on his face, Vania secretly regretted shooting from her hip just now. This guy must've gotten the wrong idea again.

"Come on, darling, tell me how you'd like it."

"Don't ask me about it. Just do whatever you want."

"Really? You're letting me do whatever I want?" Hanson's eyes shone brightly like a light bulb. I like how this feels, he thought. "I'll get started, then!"

Hanson knew his way around this kind of thing, so to speak, so Vania was left exhausted after an entire night of lovemaking. As a result, she didn't wake up until noon the next day. "Mm… Hanson Luke, you pervert," she swore furiously while moving her aching fingers. My fingers are for playing the piano, not for…

She swore for a while before realizing that she hadn't heard any reply from him. She immediately checked her phone, and it turned out that this guy had gone to his office. She couldn't help but text him, 'You're a jerk and an *sshole,' animating the text message with a special effect so that it would fall onto the screen like a boulder.

Hanson was reading documents in his office. The instant his phone beeped, he had a feeling that it had to be his darling wife. He unlocked the phone at once, only to be caught off guard by her reproachful text message, which slammed down on the phone's screen and kicked up a dust cloud as it landed.

He let out a chuckle under his breath, imagining how his darling wife pounded the bed with her fist while cursing him. She must look very adorable. If only I were at home right now… At the thought of this, he instantly felt his body temperature rise. Stop it… He silently recited a few lines from the Bible to collect himself. Then, he texted her back, asking, 'Did it feel good?'

The moment Vania saw the text message, she only felt as though the phone was getting so hot as to burn her hand; it slipped out of her grasp and landed on her face. "Ouch!" she cried in surprise as the resulting pain brought a few tears to her eyes. Here I am, hurting myself again where it's still hurting. She rubbed her nose while inwardly cursing Hanson again. It's all the fault of that dirty-minded jerk! Unwilling to reply to his text message, she locked the phone lest he sent her some blush-making text message again.

After waiting for a long time without getting any response from her, Hanson realized that Vania must have gotten mad again. He texted her, 'Are you getting angry again, my little kitten?'

…

As soon as he sent the text message, he got a reply in the form of numerous text messages filling his phone's screen with bomb emoticons.

He was stunned into speechlessness by her continuous bombardment of bomb emoticons. What do these emoticons mean? Do they mean she's mad at me? He rubbed his nose, thinking, Just how furious my darling wife is? He scrolled through his chat history. I didn't say anything over the top, no? All I did was ask her a normal question. He had no choice but to pick up the phone again and text her, asking, 'Darling, have you eaten?'

It was almost noon now. When Vania saw the incoming text message from him, her stomach let out a growl.