Zane Thorne, usually so forthright and uninhibited, felt inexplicably uneasy being stared at by Natalie Vaughn with such a stubborn gaze.
He reached out his long arm to cover Natalie's eyes.
"Young lady, you're not shy at all."
Natalie tried to pry Zane's hand away.
"You're my husband, not anyone else. Why can't I look at you?"
Hearing this, a sense of delight surged in Zane's heart. This young woman had been like this from the start, reaching out to touch him on the street at night, claiming she had only ever touched him.
Thinking of this, the man chuckled softly and asked her.
"Baby, are you only daringly lecherous with me?"
Hearing this, Natalie no longer hurried to pry Zane's hand away. She casually grabbed a cushion, hugging it close, her eyelashes fluttering faintly, brushing against the man's palm and making his heart itch.
"Well, it's not that I can't look at others."
Is there anything she wouldn't dare? What a joke.
Zane: ...
