Liam has always been a dominant person, it's impossible for him not to have his way.
He set his gaze on her, smiling, "My little masked girl, can I carry you to brush your teeth and wash your face?"
He proposed to carry Maureen to the bathroom.
After lifting her up, he glanced at Maureen, who was listlessly curled up in his arms.
His marks were all over her neck's white and tender skin, resembling an enticing yet unripe strawberry.
His eyes darkened, and he could not help but lean down and brush his lips against the corner of Maureen's mouth.
Annoyed, Maureen weakly pounded on his chest.
Yet due to her lack of strength, her actions came off as coquettish.
"Don't be so demanding!"
"Liam reigned in his teasing demeanor, feeling wronged as he asked her,
"Dear wife, when can I be demanding next time?
" Rubbing her sore waist, Maureen responded: "Perhaps in five days."
In front of the bathroom mirror, Liam half-hugged, half-carried Maureen.
