Daniel Cooper was lost in thought when the woman had already finished a piece of chocolate. She licked her lips, humming and hawing, "I want more."
Daniel Cooper, "..."
He felt that she was bound to drive him crazy sooner or later.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself in a low voice, "Every time in bed, all you do is cry 'no more, no more.' When will you also cry 'I want more'?"
She blinked, "What did you say? Speak up; I can't hear clearly."
Her voice was soft and seemed to ooze the sweetness of chocolate; Daniel felt like she was truly testing his self-control tonight.
He squatted by the sofa, at eye level with her, and raised his hand to touch her cheek, murmuring in a deep, husky voice, "There's no more chocolate, but there are noodles, Amy."
It was as if the woman had just remembered, and with eyes as wide as a little hamster's, she leaned in close to his face and asked, "Right, where are my noodles?"
