Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart novel Chapter 1137

The temperature of his palm was so high that Anya trembled at the hot touch.

Anya looked up at Phil and met his pitch-dark eyes. Her heart thumped. Then she withheld her leg and sat up.

Before Phil knew what had happened, Anya pushed him down on the sofa with her arms on his chest, looking down at the man.

Phil was dumbfounded by her movement.

She was bolder. Did she have any idea of what she was doing?

To his surprise, Anya did not continue the foreplay but swore at him, "Phil Henderson, you're a scumbag indeed! A bastard!"

Phil laughed. He knew why she scolded, so he nodded approvingly and said, "Yes, you're right. I'm a bastard."

Anya grabbed his collar and snorted, "Not only that. You're also a nasty old man that trifles with women."

Phil tightened his lips at this moment without uttering a word.

Did she call him an old man?

He wasn't old at all, and he didn't like to hear that.

No one would like to be deemed as an old man by his beloved. It was an act of defiance against his authority. Unconsciously, he held her slender waist tightly.

Phil swore he would do something to her if she said one more word about his old age.

But the next second, he stiffened in shock, because Anya leaned closer and kissed him. When the soft lips lingered on his lips, Phil thought he was in heaven now.

He would be tortured to death by her mischievous darling.

Sometimes, she was indifferent; sometimes, she was passionate. She affected a sweet girl, and then she instantly started to scold him. He was mentally tortured and lost all sense of reason.

Anya continued to speak as her lips were upon his, "I will punish you for being a bad boy."

Completely losing his reason, Phil had no idea of what she had said. All he knew was that her soft lips were on his and he instinctively answered her with a gentle kiss. Inseparably, they kissed and their bodies were pressing against each other.

Since Anya went abroad, they hadn't had such intimacy. Phil had taken care of her during the pregnancy and had kissed her twice. But neither were the same as today's kiss.

Those kisses were just swift. But this one was long and sweet. Both of them had forgotten where they were.

Most importantly, it was Anya who took the initiative to kiss him and made the kiss deeper and deeper.

So, this was a so-called "punishment".

For Phil, it was no doubt a punishment, because he could do nothing but feel his body tense and tight. They couldn't make love, otherwise, their relationship would be redefined.

Also, Anya hadn't recovered well from the parturition yet. Phil did not dare to have sex with her.

It had been just over two months since she gave birth to their baby by cesarean section. The doctor advised that they could not have a sex life for at least three months.

Plus, delivering a premature baby did harm to Anya's health. Phil hoped Anya could have a good rest and recuperation during these days. So, in the end, he sobered up from the passionate kiss and lifted Anya by the waist from his body.

Half-dressed, both were breathing unevenly.

Phil held her by the shoulder and said in a restrained tone, "If this is your punishment, I should say you win. I'm hurting all over right now."

With his teeth gritted, Phil stood up and went to the bathroom. Anya shouted to stop him, "Phil Henderson!"