"Turn off the lights…"
She turned her back to him, her arms wrapped around her chest, and in a voice as faint as a mosquito's, she requested, "With a big belly like this under the glaring light, I can't relax."
Almost seven months pregnant, her belly skin had already begun to thin out, with stretch marks crawling up her rounded stomach like ivy. In her view, it was nothing, but as a man, he would surely find them ugly.
Kevin Cliff gave her a stare, turned on the bedside lamp, adjusting it to a warm and cozy hue, then walked over, past all obstacles, and turned off the main light.
His tall figure returned to her side, appearing exceptionally towering.
He bent down, effortlessly picked her up in one swift motion, and gently placed her on the bed, carefully freeing her waterfall-like hair from beneath her back, and spread it out over the pillow.
Even under the dim light, even with her carrying a child, he still found her breathtakingly beautiful.
