บท 136: Why Is There No Outer Packaging?

The word was very intimidating to Jackson.

She was nestled in the couch with knees bent, petite and good-looking. There was still a patch of shyness on her face.

Her crimson lips showed how roughly he'd kissed her earlier in the bedroom.

Jackson knelt on one knee and his eyes were dark and hot. He realized how deeply he'd loved and cared about her.

In front of her, he was unaware that he could put his posture to the lowest level.

Though they were looking at each other at the same level, she was truly exalted in his eyes.

Jackson admitted that he was super sensitive to the word "pregnant", and he would be inexplicably excited, impulsive and out of control.

Her lovely way of speaking, like soft little snow-white feet, invisibly rubbed back and forth against his chest through his shirt, causing his breathing to grow deeper and deeper.