Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 662

She used all her strength to open the quilt only to saw the naked Timothy sleeping soundly!

Sleeping by her side... like conjoined twins!

The two of them were both naked. The man hugged her tightly, sleeping with her under the same quilt... And she was seeing early in the morning when she woke up...

Arrrrgggghhh!

Rylee screamed out in mad.

Timothy frowned because of her screaming, but he didn't open his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Rylee a little tighter, and murmured, “I'm too tired... I need more sleep… Don’t make any noise…”

Rylee was dragged closer to his body by him. she was still sensitive, and immediately felt something like a hard stick was pointing at her!

Based on her initial feeling, that thing was not only hard, but also huge!

Bang!

Realizing what that was, Rylee freaked out again!

“WTF! What's going on! Ah!!!! I'm freaking out! What the hell is going on!”

Rylee flapped her limbs frantically, rolled off the bed, banged to the ground, got up in horror, and fled a few meters away as if Timothy was the Satan from hell. She then yelled out like crazy while staring at the handsome man, “Timothy! You fucking bastard! What the hell is going on! Tell me the truth! Or else I'll kill you!”

Rylee's voice was so high-pitched, just like the siren, that made Timothy's ears keep on buzzing.

“Just shut up!”

He murmured habitually and opened his beautiful slim eyes.

Uh... The Timothy was lying on the bed, so handsome and perfect just like the Sculpture David.

Both of them were human, but how could he be so sexy when he open his eyes?

His eyelashes were flickering, so long and so attractive!

Why did the god offer him such long eyelashes!

Rylee was standing against the wall, still thinking about all these nonsenses.

Rylee swallowed the saliva in the corner of her mouth, but still yelled angrily, “I told you, Timothy! Don't even imagine you can say that I'm the guilty one harassing you just because you are hot! Don't think you can tarnish me just because you are a godfather! Don't think...”

“You're still standing there and showing off your body… Are you implying me that you want a morning sex very much?”

Timothy opened his eyes and spoke word by word slowly.

The lazy tones, the bewitching gestures, and the wicked smiles were so evil...

“What?”

Rylee was a little confused by his words.

What did he say?

She was implying something?

What was she doing?

She then looked down at herself while thinking about his words...

Rylee took a deep breath and jumped up in the sky, “Damn! What the fuck am I doing!”

She… she… she turned out to be naked.

Compared to standing in front of her and showing off her body at the moment, she preferred lying in his arms just now.

At least, there’s something that man couldn’t see.

Timothy chuckled, while Rylee was trying to hide herself frantically.

Under the table? In the closet? Or maybe she could lift up the rug and wrap herself around like a zombie?

After searching around for the hiding place and letting Timothy enjoy a hot show, the girl finally hid behind the sofa with only her small head be seen. Still, she was yelling in anger, “Timothy! Where's my clothes! Get them for me! The bloody Clothes!”

Timothy raised his brows and sighed, “Oh, my dear lady, it's really a tough job to serve you.”

“Clothes! Clothes! Cut the crap! Get them for me!”

Rylee was even biting her fingers from the back of the sofa.

It's so wrong. Everything was so messed up!

How could this morning be so chaotic and embarrassing when she opened her eyes?

Oh, dear god, please turn this into a dream!

Let her wake up in a second.

“Okay, fine, I will follow your command and get you your clothes.”

Timothy emphasized his promise dotingly and stood up.

Suddenly, Rylee's eyes widened.

My holy mother of lord!

She didn't pay much attention to him, but now… When she could observe this Timothy closely, she didn’t expect him to be so tall!

So majestic!

So attractive!

The… thing… to be so scary!

Rylee stared at his body for a few seconds before realizing it. Her little hands then covered her eyes rapidly and cried out, “Clothes! Why don't you wear the bloody clothes! You rascal!”

Timothy frowned, not knowing how to react to her words, “Oh come on, do we need that poor fabric thing between you and me?”

Haven't they done everything that should be done?

And more than once last night...

Rylee bumped her head against the sofa, “Get dressed quickly!”

“Okay, fine, fine, fine… I'll get dressed now.”

Timothy had no choice but to put on his lounge pants, walk to the closet, find Rylee's clothes, and throw them to her.

“Don't come here! Don’t look at me! Turn around! Shut your eyes!”

Rylee grabs the clothes, and quickly sort them out.

Timothy turned around obediently, combed his hair with his hands, and sighed, “Do you want me to dress it for you?”

“No need!!”