Her voice was gentle and soft, like a breeze. Henry was not angry at all, and his heart softened when he heard Monique's explanation.
But Monique was nervous and said something wrong.
Henry was then not happy. "I've seen someone who is stronger than me. Who else have you seen?"
The man's thin lips opened slightly, and his tone was indifferent.
Monique: "..."
The corner of Monique's mouth twitched. "Why are you always looking for trouble today?"
She had no choice but to solve the problem herself.
Monique raised her body slightly, pouted her pink and tender mouth, and kissed Henry's mouth.
Her pink and tender lips smelled sweet.
Although she had already been so intimate with Henry, Monique's kiss was still as immature as Henry's.
Henry's bottomless black eyes narrowed slightly. His slim five fingers held the woman's delicate chin and kissed her back in an instant.
The kiss ended.
Monique's little face was burning red.
She found that since she was with Henry, she had become more and more active.
But at this time, she had no time to be shy.
"Because you're the only one, you're the best in my heart!" Monique explained immediately, her eyes still shining.
Monique's facial features were quiet and gentle. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her clear almond-shaped eyes were like the purest gem, clean and pure.
At this moment, she was expressing her love for him. He was her only love.
Henry began to tease her more.
Just now, Monique had taken the initiative to kiss him again, which made him very happy.
The corners of her lips curled into a thin and beautiful smile. "Let's eat!"
Henry had a handsome face. He raised his eyebrows slightly and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, as if he were a prince coming out of a painting.
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