Her face flushed red immediately!
Originally pale, her face was now tinged with an embarrassed red, giving her fair skin a lively color!
She had really forgotten about it, and an annoyed feeling rose in her heart. Michael Gordon could tell what she was thinking from her expression.
He leaned down and kissed her soft lips, then smiled slightly and said, "Honey, there's nothing to be shy about in front of your own man, hmm?"
As he spoke, the pressure on her lower abdomen was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, and comfortable.
Ivy Aretha unexpectedly didn't argue with him. All her sensory cells were filled with the words "own man", and the blush on her face faded slowly, replaced by a faint smile in the corner of her eyes.
"Michael!"
"Hmm?"
She always called him Mr. Gordon or Michael Gordon when she was angry!
