Chapter 356: Chapter 356: Sleeping Together Easily Ignites a Fire
"Grandpa bought such great pomegranates, so sweet and large, and they’re soft-seeded too. I’ll need to properly repay him soon!"
"Do you think if you don’t peel them for me, I won’t be able to eat them?"
"What, are you going to snatch them?"
Before she could finish her sentence, Harry Hunter pulled out the bothersome IV needle and kissed her with his cool lips.
The pomegranate that Isabella Weaver had just put into her mouth was completely whisked away by him, and the sweet pomegranate juice spread between their lips, oddly making one feel thirsty.
Isabella quickly pushed him away and kicked him: "Are you crazy? Who eats like this!"
Harry chuckled lightly, seeing her cheeks turn beet red and her earlobes adorably flushed, he couldn’t resist leaning in to nibble.
"Actually, I didn’t want to eat the pomegranate."
"Hmm?"
"Actually, I wanted to eat you."
Harry’s hand ventured into her clothes, sliding upwards along her slim waist, inch by inch, making her entire body heat up.
He lowered his head to kiss Isabella’s rosy lips, speaking with restrained tone: "Baby, you’re so soft. Let’s go home!"
Isabella buried her face in the pillow out of embarrassment: "No way, you’re not well yet, you have to stay in the hospital!"
"Can’t I go home to take a bath?"
"No, you don’t need to!"
"Haven’t bathed for three days, you don’t mind?"
"I don’t mind. I think the smell is quite nice!"
Harry’s deep laughter erupted from his chest, unstoppable, growing louder and louder.
Isabella angrily bit his chin: "What are you laughing at?"
"I’m happy."
Isabella scoffed at him: "What’s there to be happy about not bathing for three days."
"There’s a saying that only true love won’t notice their partner’s smell."
"What the heck, you didn’t have any bad smell in the first place, you’re quite clean! I even wiped your body for you yesterday!"
"So, does that mean you’re not my true love?"
"I am!"
Isabella didn’t know where her pomegranates went, she hugged Harry’s waist with confidence: "You’re mine!"
"Yes, I’m yours."
Harry’s heart was filled with tenderness, hungrily kissing her, wanting nothing more than to devour her completely.
His lovely wife was so wonderful, her body exquisitely soft, skin smooth and delicate everywhere, carrying her unique light fragrance, intoxicating him.
He held her beneath her hips, pressing her towards himself, the two tightly embraced, even through the clothes sensing each other’s skin heat.
Isabella’s body went limp, embracing his neck and leaning in his arms, her breath unsteady: "You’re reckless, your wound just got bandaged, what if it opens later?"
Harry paused, pulling her hand down: "Try it and see how much I want you."
Isabella was caught off guard, so startled she quickly withdrew her hand.
"How about... how about I sleep next door?" Sleeping together is just too easily tempting!
"No way!"
Harry absolutely didn’t want to be apart from her.
Besides, Alexander Parker once stayed in the room next door, though the bedding must have been replaced with new ones, he wasn’t willing to let his little wife sleep on that bed!
His chest wound was indeed quite painful, he dared not be reckless any further, gently hugging Isabella and whispered: "Don’t move around, I’ll just hold you, we can sleep together."
Isabella hesitated for a moment, her hand caressing the skin of his most sensitive area.
"Isabella!"
Harry trembled all over, his voice unusually husky.
His fingers entwined in Isabella’s hair, holding her head in a stormy kiss.
Her soft hand clumsy and awkward, without skill, yet giving Harry an unprecedented thrilling experience.
Unable to endure any longer, his hand covered her small hand, kissing her lips corner softly: "Baby, let me teach you..."