Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart
Chapter 1136 My Leg Hurts

Woebegone, Anya finished her shower and dried her hair, and went out of the bathroom.

She wasn't in the mood to flirt with Phil anymore, though in his shirt.

The nasty tumble brought great shame on her.

Phil had lulled the baby to sleep and prepared an arnica cream for bruises on her arm and two legs.

Anya had delicate skin and there must be bruises on her body.

Why did he know about it? Because he had left many marks on her body before when they had sex. Sometimes, he didn't think he used much strength, but there had always been damn "bruises" on her body.

At the very beginning, Anya accused him of being too brutal and forbade him from having sex with her.

To be honest, he was afraid at first for that. He had thought that he left so many marks on her because he was too crazy.

Later, he did it in a really gentle way and found the bruises still appeared. Then, he realized he was deceived.

She kept him from sleeping with her by saying those words intentionally.

When he figured out the truth, he pressed her against the bed and had passionate sex with her. And the next day, she was too weak to stand on her feet.

The door opened. Phil glanced at the upset girl and could not help chuckling.

She was keen on keeping up her appearances and must be very embarrassed just then.

He tried to suppress the curves of his lips and went over, saying, "You might catch a cold if you don't blow dry your hair."

"Mind your own business!" Anya roared snappishly and sat on the sofa.

She vented all her anger of losing face on Phil. And the latter shook his head lovingly and went to fetch the hair dryer in the bathroom. Quietly, he dried her hair standing behind her. Anya did not refuse the service and lay on the cushion to relish it. Phil had often done it for her before, so it was just a piece of cake for him.

But, as he was blow-drying her hair, Anya felt increasingly angry.

He was nothing to her now. Why did he treat her so well?

And it was he who declared to have a clean break with her but he was so nice to her now.

Didn't his actions make her keep trapped in their love?

Anya moved his hand away at the thought, sat up on the sofa, grabbed the dryer, and dried it herself.

Anya half kneeled on the sofa with a hand lifted to dry the hair. Her shirt was thus lifted upward and her fair legs were exposed, extremely alluring. Phil turned his head hurriedly.

He felt he was a bit out of breath. Things would be out of control if he kept watching her.

When her arm was moving over her head, Anya squinted at his hard-on and smiled. He wanna have a clean break with her? No way! She knew him well. He was a sex maniac. When they were still a couple, he would be turned on immediately if she flirted with him.

The hair was completely dried and Phil took away the drier. Then, he came to Anya on the sofa and said, "The arm. Let me help you with the bruises."

Anya knew the bruises were left on the arm and didn't refuse Phil's aid. She expected they could be cleared quickly and she was ready to excite him as she felt less embarrassed now.

She stretched out the hurt arm. Phil sat beside her and squeezed the cream out and applied it to her fair and slim arm.

"Ouch!" Anya yelled. "It hurts."

She looked and sounded delicate. Phil could do nothing but coax her, "I don't use any strength. Hold on."

His slender fingers started to rub the bruises as he said. Anya shouted instantly, "Oh! That's too painful!"

She leaned forward and into the man's arms.

The soft body made Phil stiffen. But instinctively, he held her.

He smiled. Anya used to dislike bonding with him, but now she had so many tricks to play.

Phil was cheery and yet perturbed. He was happy that she was trying to please him, but the torturous thing was that he had to refrain from his sexual desire after she excited him with her tricks. Anya sat up from his embrace and put all the blame on him. Her lips pursed and her face blushed. Anya huffed, "Phil. Are you trying to kill me? That's too painful!"

It seemed that she was not the one who just flung herself into his arms and turned him on.

Anya looked at him with a quizzical glitter in her eyes. Phil took a deep breath and met her eyes. "Sorry for making you hurt." Anya pouted and stretched out her arm again. Phil sighed with ease in his mind and started to knead her arm in a gentler way. Phil wondered why he sweated heavily by just kneading her arm.

The massage was near completion. Abruptly, Anya reached out her straight, tight leg and said sweetly, "The knee gets bruises, too."

The implication was that Phil had to knead her knee as well.

Phil paused.

A woman's legs gave a man a visual impact very different from that of her arms, especially when they were long, slender, and fair legs of the beloved one who only wore a white shirt... Phil's Adam's apple once again rolled up and down involuntarily. He refused her request, "It's not serious on the leg. It doesn't need rubbing."

To his great surprise, his voice was so hoarse that his burning craving for sex was fully revealed.

Phil blushed scarlet with embarrassment.

Honestly speaking, he didn't realize that he could be excited by Anya so easily until today. After all, Anya had never titillated him like this before.

He had been confident in his composure and willpower, which made him sober and calm when he confronted a naked woman throwing herself at him.

But his dick went hard quickly as Anya stretched out her leg. It looked like he hadn't had sex for hundreds of years.

What a shame! He could do nothing with her.

As long as she tried to make nice, he could not resist her attraction at all.

"Any..." Phil looked at Anya, signaling to her to put her leg back; otherwise, things would be out of control.

However, Anya put her long leg on his in a fit of pique. "I don't care. My leg hurts very much. You have to knead it!" Phil breathed deeply and his hot palm fell on her ankle.