Of the Quirinus Amalia stories I have ever read, perhaps the most impressive one is Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart. The story is too good, leaving me with many doubts. Currently, the manga has been translated to Chapter 116. Let's read the author's Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart Quirinus Amalia story right here.
Moira bit her lips, "Can you change another method!?"
Sage smiled, and suddenly, his big body stood up from the sofa, he still held onto his arm, and walked towards Moira step by step.
This man was a dangerous being tonight, a monster that could eat humans at any time. Moira was immediately scared and took two steps back, "You ... Speak properly when you speak, my ears are still ringing!"
However, the corner of the man's mouth raised into a disturbing sneer, and took one step at a time, forcing her to the french window. Moira saw that she could not retreat any further, so she anxiously reached out to stop him, "Sage, if you have something to say, say it nicely, don't do this."
Sage's arms, which were wrapped around her, immediately supported her, trapping her between the glass window and his chest. He leaned in towards Moira with a smile on his face, "You just said, there's another method?"
"Yes! Let's change it! For example, hug me and I'll hug you." Moira felt that she could accept this.
"There can be another way!"
"Sure?" Moira was pleasantly surprised.
The man's thin lips gently opened, "I'm not talking about hugging, I'm talking about how you promised your body tonight."
Moira was immediately petrified, the joy on her face immediately turned to shock, and she quickly pushed open his chest, "I don't agree, I won't change, I won't change, let's just keep it as it was then!"
"Take the initiative."
"I... I don't know how to kiss!" Moira tried to resist with her pink skin already showing her shyness.
Sage smiled that this woman was really stupid. However, since she was stupid, he actually disliked girls who kissed so well. Those must have been trained by other man, and this woman was stupid, she did not have that kind of experience.
The light from outside the window shone into the room. Under the warm yellow light of the crystal, the red lips Moira had bit into a few times earlier were now as red as a drop of water.
Sage grabbed the back of Moira's head with one hand and wrapped his other hand around her waist.
Ten minutes.
This man really kissed enough, Moira immediately wanted to suffocate. In the end, she could only lean on his chest as she panted, her small face like a rose, instantly moving.
Sage also did not have any good days. He was gasping for breath, the light in his eyes was thick like the night outside the window. Inside, there was a flash of black desire, and his entire body was tensed to the extreme.
At this moment, he really wanted to bully her once.
This woman was simply a demoness. One could not touch her. The moment one touched her, one would be addicted to her. Furthermore, it was the kind of addiction that had no cure.
After Moira calmed down a bit, she quickly escaped from his embrace and said to Sage, "I'm going back to my room to take a bath. I'll come over to sleep on your sofa."
Moira promised that she would sleep in his house tonight. He would sleep on the bed while she slept on the sofa.
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