Sara was puzzled. She did not know why the topic would relate to Bella's type of girl. She looked at Hank in confusion.
Hank's face was expressionless. He had long and slender fingers, as well as big palms. He easily wrapped around Sara's small and delicate hands, without a gap, claiming his excessive possession.
Bella wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and let out a cough, "Master, Miss Martin is so cute that everyone would love her. However, the point was that she really is not my type..."
Instantly, Hank smiled icily, "It's bad of me for neglecting your personal needs. I'll get you some blond-haired, blue-eyed beauties in the next few days."
Bella thought, "Even if you don't, I wouldn't dare to go after the same woman as you." He immediately agreed.
Hank turned to Sara and asked, "How was it?"
Sara thought that he was asking about Madam Bishop's condition so she replied, "She's already in a stable condition. However, Madam Bishop is old and her body is weak so it is very likely that she will suffer a second stroke."
Hank listened to her soft voice, like the soft toffee candies. He raised his eyebrows slightly, "I meant, how are you?"
Sara replied, "I'm fine."
Hank was speechless.
Bella chimed in, "Miss Martin, Master was asking if you were mistreated."
"No, no, no," Sara denied quickly, "Madam Bishop didn't make things difficult for me."
"Okay." Hank said, "Let's go back."
They returned to Angelfalls. When she was looking for her clothes to change after the shower, she heard Hank's lazy voice, "Wear the red one."
Sara remained quiet. She pinched her face to calm herself down. She thought, "You can't see it even if I wear it, so why are you being so bossy!"
Hank's eyes were fixed on the computer screen but his words were clearly directed to Sara. His voice was low and pleasant, like the melody of a cello in the orchestra hall. However, he said in a r*scal manner, "Uncle will check later. If you don't wear it..." He said teasingly, "I'll put it on for you."
Sara was so shocked that her face turned pale. After hesitating, she took the pair of red bra.
After Sara finished a shower, Hank had already turned off the computer. He sat on the chair and calmly looked at her. His attractive face could easily dazzle anyone. His long eyelashes was curled at the end of his eyes, looking so soft under the warm light.
Sara bit her lips. Hank asked, "Did you do as I said? Huh?"
Sara quickly showed him the bra strap on her fair shoulder. She said in a panic, "I'm wearing it! I'm wearing it!"
Sara had a fair skin. As she had just taken a shower, her skin was slightly flushed by the heat, like the beautiful pink pearls at the bottom of the sea.
There were two straps, thin and thick. They look extremely attractive on her soft skin.
"Good girl." Hank smiled, sounded rueful, "Why are you so obedient? Hmm?"
Sara was speechless.
She pulled up her pajamas with her soft fingers. She pursed her lips and thought, "I'm not going to let you wear it for me. It's so embarrassing!"
Hank said lazily, "Come and help Uncle unbutton the blouse."
Sara's eyes widened.
Hank said, "There are too many buttons. It's troublesome to do it myself."
She remembered that she was his young bride, it was part of her duties. Although she was a little embarrassed, she obediently went over and put her hands on the collar of his black blouse.
The buttons on that black blouse were made of obsidian with the highest quality. It was a gem from Hell, symbolizing the Satan. They glinted coldly under the light.
Sara unbuttoned the clothes attentively. Hank looked at her and thought, "She was so beautiful. Her skin was flawless, no pores could be seen at all. Her eyelashes were particularly long and enticing."
From this angle, it could be seen that she had a beautiful nose and rosy lips.
Hank was feeling restless. Just as he was about to let her raise her head, Sara said, "Done!"
Only then did Hank realize that his blouse had been unbuttoned.
Hank was thinking, "What the f*ck was wrong with the designer? Couldn't he add two more buttons?"
His face turned dark, frightening Sara. She looked like a hamster.
Hank glanced at her and then took off his shirt. He then casually threw it on the bed and walked into the bathroom.
Seeing his muscular back, Sara was blushing again.
Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Sara thought for a moment before putting Hank's shirt into the laundry basket. She suddenly heard Hank's unpleasant voice from the bathroom, "Hey kid."
Two minutes later, Sara walked over to the wardrobe, blushing as she opened Hank's wardrobe door.
Hank's voice was hoarse, "Hurry up."
"You were the one who forgot, why are you being so bossy..." Sara muttered. She closed her eyes, pulled open the drawer and picked one randomly. Feeling the fabric, her heart was racing. She bit her lips, rushed to the bathroom door and knocked.
When Hank opened the door, he saw Sara was shutting her eyes, her fair and tender fingers were holding a piece of black cloth.
Hank looked at her calmly, "Embarrassed?"
Sara replied, "Hurry up!"
Hank reached out and took it. His voice was light as usual, "Why are you embarrassed when I'm not wearing it? You should be embarrassed after i wear it."
Sara was speechless.
Sara felt as though her face was going to explode from the heat.
She choked and threw herself onto the bed, burying herself in the blankets. How she wished that she never had to go out again.
"That old, perverted r*scal!" Sara thought.
Hank came out of the bathroom, wearing a bath towel and saw a lump on his bed. He couldn't help but chuckle.
He dried his hair, walked over and sat down at the bedside. When he looked down, he could see a hamster's ankles and fair feet which was outside the blanket.
Hank gesticulated with great interest. Her feet were so small that they could fit in his palm. Not to mention her white and tender skin, even her nails were like pearls within shells in the deep sea, round and beautiful.
Sara could feel his breath. She was shocked that she had climbed on Hank's bed. However, her shock lasted three seconds, and then she froze.