Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

Leon felt that he was disliked by the little girl and felt embarrassed. He was a little angry and didn't realize that his idea of letting Michelle marry him was more serious than just kidding.

"Why not?" Leon asked, "Do you know who I'm talking about?"

"I know."

"You know. But why do you say no?"

"I just know I can't do that!" Michelle turned her head angrily and didn't want to talk to him.

Leon was even angrier than her, but he didn't show it on his face. His anger rose in his heart. If it weren't for his little girl, he would have bullied her to death.

What's so wrong with him, which made her dislike him like this?

Didn't she always praise him as "Leon is so handsome"? Didn't she always praise him?

So it was just holiday word?

If that was real, the little girl was so sweet.

Leon took a deep breath and sniffed as if nothing had happened. "Don't you want to talk about seniority?"

"Well, I won't mention it anymore." Still turning her head away from him, Michelle lay on the bed, buried her face in the quilt, and said unhappily, "I treated you as my brother, I thought you would be good to me, but I didn't expect that you would actually..."

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e neighbors, Leon made a gesture of silence.

"Shh!"

"Oh, oh, shh!" Michelle stopped screaming and jumping. She put her index finger to her lips with a smile, and her eyes were full of bright stars.

She stood on the bed, while Leon stood by the side of the bed, which increased the height of Michelle a lot. They were almost the same in height.

She couldn't help but jump into his arms, just like Nina did before.

"Leon, you are really my bird of good news. Nini is fine. Uncle John is fine. They have little babies. Two, two little babies. I am so happy!"

Her soft body bumped into his arms. For a moment, Leon's brain was in a daze. When he recovered slowly, he smelled the faint milk fragrance of the girl, and felt the strength of alcohol he had drunk before.

The summer's clothes were thin, and they could feel the temperature of each other's skin through the thin clothes. Michelle held him and jumped slightly, obviously feeling a pair of lively rabbits rubbing against his chest.

It was soft, which made him thirsty.

He was a vigorous man, and there was still intoxicating wine in his body. If she continued to touch him like this, it was difficult for him to guarantee that he could be a person, not a beast.