Just when he touched Monique's hand, Henry wanted to hold it.
Haha, Little Nomi is really his intimate small jacket.
Henry couldn't help but raise up his breathtakingly handsome thin lips. He was so sexy and enchanting.
Monique: "..."
"How could it be like this?"
Monique wanted to say that she could see it herself, and she could see it herself.
But before she could say anything, Henry grabbed her hand and began to observe with great interest.
Monique's hands were very fair and slender. They were soft, smooth, and tender, which made him feel very comfortable.
His dark and deep eyes darkened. After looking at them for a while, he said, "Hmm."
Monique thought that since he had finished reading, Henry would let go of her hand soon.
However, she did not expect that Henry would not let go of her hand after letting putting her hand down.
Perhaps her fingerprints were not very obvious, so Little Nomi would ask Henry when she checked two or three times.
Although Monique was a little conflicted, she wanted to give it up.
Anyway, after Little Nomi checked her fingerprints, he should let go of his hand.
Although she thought so, her beautiful little face couldn't help but turn red as Henry held her hand.
"Mommy, your fingerprints seem to be in the shape of a basket! No one is like me. Why?" Little Nomi muttered, looking disappointed.
Little Nomi finally finished reading the fingerprints.
Monique breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to reach out her hand.
However, Henry held her wrist and did not intend to let go.
Monique pulled back hard again.
Henry clenched her fists so tightly that her strength was nothing to her.
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