"Don't worry, I said, I won't touch you."
The man's deep gaze falls on her flawless white skin, with every inch it moves downwards, his black pupils grow deeper.
His large palm goes down with his gaze, finally stopping on her still flat belly.
Calculating the time, it's probably two more weeks before she hits three months.
That is to say, he has to abstain for half a month more.
His deep eyes darken, and the tall and strong body covers her carefully with both hands supporting her head, avoiding her belly.
"Good girl, time to sleep."
His kiss lands on the tip of her nose.
It's incredibly gentle, unlike the wicked and indulgent way he was kissing her neck just moments ago.
After a gentle peck, he lies down beside her, wraps her in his arms, and lets her face rest on his strong chest.
Lily is completely dumbfounded on the spot.
The fire in his eyes is so obvious.
