Sweet Pregnant Wife: CEO Phillip's Fierce Love novel Chapter 64

Phillip kissed Ann all the way they were out of the private room.

Phillip's kiss almost suffocated her.

Finally, Ann pushed the beast-like man away and helped him, who was unconscious, lie on the sofa in an empty room.

Ann pulled out Phillip's phone from his pocket carefully. She wanted to call someone to pick him up, but she was pressed into his embrace again.

Ann struggled to hold up her head and looked at Phillip, only to find that his eyes, which had been clear, seemed to be somewhat distracted.

Ann panicked. Was he in heat again?

She just seized the opportunity to bite him when Phillip kissed her. Then he could become more clear-headed.

How could she control him now?

Bite him again? But it's embarrassing...

As Ann was about to retreat, Phillip rolled over and pressed Ann under him.

Ann raised her eyes in panic and saw Phillip's normally cold eyes covered by a layer of mist, his breathing being hot and heavy.

Phillip's handsome face gradually enlarged in Ann's eyes. Before his cold thin lips pressed against hers, Ann heard a gentle murmur.

"Little cry baby..."

Ann's originally resisting hand paused. She looked at Phillip in shock.

Only the little boy would call her like this.

Actually, Ann didn't like to cry. But she felt it was so great when she was protected by her little hero. Then she couldn't help crying.

Because Ann knew that in front of him, she could not be so sensible, but willful. There is no need to be afraid that she would make her father sad, and be blamed by her stepmother.

To a certain extent, Ann was more real and relaxed in front of the little boy than she was in front of his father.

Ann put her hands on Phillip's chest and stare blankly at his handsome face. Phillip looked completely different from the little boy in her memory.

Ann contained all sorts of emotions, like joy, nervousness, and confusion.

She tried to call Phillip, "The little boy?"

Phillip's eyes seemed to be clear for a moment, but then they were covered with a layer of fog.

Phillip held Ann's resistant hand, lowered his head, and followed Ann's smooth forehead down, then kissed her on the pink lips.

Unlike the previous rough kiss, it was gentle and soft. The tip of Phillip's tongue carefully depicted the shape of Ann's lips, gently and patiently.

Feeling Ann's struggle, Phillip increased his strength and went deeper.

At this moment, Ann's thoughts were disorganized, and she was eager to know if they were the same person. But Phillip was controlled by drugs.

Seeing that Phillip's kiss was getting lower and lower, Ann felt anxious. She looked around the private room and finally found a kettle on the small table beside her.