My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 4

Soon, Kieran's fingers stopped and did not uncover the veil on her face.

He looked down at the sleeping girl on the bed. She had beautiful eyes.

A combination of purity and charm.

Kieran looked at the red mark on her neck. Her skin was delicate. Just now he gently pinched it, now there was a red mark.

Kieran went back to the sofa and lay down.

His sleep disorder was getting worse, which could not be cured by her silver needle. She was skilled, so he did take a nap just now.

About ten minutes.

It was a long time since he had slept more than ten minutes.

Kieran looked at the figure on bed. Her hands were small and soft.

...

The next morning.

Sylvie, sitting in the dining room, drank soup and chatted with Madam Lowe, smiling.

"Sylvie, I like you at the first sight. Let me know if Kieran bullies you, I will beat him. Drink soup, have a baby early."

Madam Lowe had gray hair, but she was healthy and kind. Sylvie liked her very much.

Then the maid's voice was heard, "Good morning, Young Master."

Kieran went downstairs.

Kieran was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, looking elegant.

He was followed by an elderly lady, Rory, who was holding a bridal veil.

Rory smiled. "Congratulations, Madam Lowe. I wish you a great-grandson soon."

“Good, butler, give her award!

Madam Lowe gave red envelope.

Sylvie found the bridal veil on the hand of Rory. The woman would bleed when she lost her virginity, but they did not do anything, why there was blood on it?

At this time, Kieran stopped at her side, bent over and whispered, "I did it. Is it necessary? Are you virgin?"

He asked too straightforward. Sylvie did not have a relationship, so her earlobe immediately turned red.

They looked intimacy, and Kieran whispered to the ear of Sylvie.

Madam Lowe immediately covered her eyes with her hand. "I don't see anything. You go on.”

Madam Lowe opened her fingers and peeped.

Kieran looked at Sylvie’s red earlobes, raised his eyebrows and said like a mature man, "You are less than 20 years old, so had you have sex before?"

Sylvie was only 19 years old.

Kieran was 27 years old, handsome and mature.

They were close, and Sylvie only felt his warm breath spray in her fragile skin, making her want to hide.

"Do you want some?”

Sylvie turned around and put a spoon of soup to his mouth, wishing to stop him from talking.

The butler called out, "There's your spoon, Young Mistress!"