Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 687: You're the one who provoked me first

Sebastian's face was full of frankness as he said in a deep voice, "Rub your stomach."

Bonnie: "......"

No, this she can certainly see.

She was trying to ask why Sebastian was rubbing her stomach for a good reason.

That's when Sebastian spoke again, "Did you take the painkiller, and is it still hurting?" Hearing this, Bonnie suddenly realized.

So Sebastian just saw her with the painkiller and thought she was having her period?

"Sebastian, I actually......" Bonnie opened her mouth to try to explain.

Just after a start, Sebastian stole the sovereignty, "Bonnie, I'm not the one who can't wait."

He has waited for the past five years, and even longer and longer past.

So, not a moment too soon.

"Go to sleep, when you're well rested." Sebastian said in a deep voice and planted a shallow kiss on her forehead, "It's not good for your health right now." Bonnie: ""

Her ears burned and she couldn't say a word, so she wrapped herself up in the quilt.

About three minutes later, he violently lifted the covers again and rolled right over on top of Sebastian, kissing him indiscriminately.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Sebastian's voice was hoarse for a few moments, obviously trying his best to hold back, "Do that again, and I'll leave it alone." Bonnie bristled, "I had no intention of letting you control me, after all, I'm fine."

"Hmm?" Sebastian flinched for a moment before responding, "You didn't have your period?"

"No." Bonnie replied, "I just happened to buy pain relievers for my ...... Well!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Bonnie's red lips were sealed by the man's passionate kiss.

In the deadly tangle, Sebastian lifted his bony hand, ruffled the sweat-drenched hair on her cheek, and dropped a shallow kiss.

It was a long and wonderful night.

The next morning, Bonnie woke up from the aches and pains all over her body.

She felt like she had been beaten up badly, especially somewhere that hurt hot.

Sitting up with the quilt, I couldn't help but bite my lip in exasperation.

I should have known better than to admit that I didn't have my period, now it's done!

Just as I was thinking about it, the bathroom door was opened.

Sebastian stepped out in his bathrobe, wiping his damp hair with one hand.

The pair of black eyes were full of satisfaction after eating, and his voice was even more husky and magnetic than last night, "Why are you awake, not sleeping more?" Bonnie was so angry that she threw a pillow at him, "Then you have to sleep too, you're hurting all over!"

Mr. Grant tilted his head to avoid the pillow and then went to the bed and sat down.

The soft latex mattress was sunken into a large chunk by the sitting.

Bonnie instinctively remembered last night's madness and hurriedly ducked to the side.

But Sebastian easily pulled her back into his arms.

Then take out a tube of ointment, "Lie down, I'll put it on for you."

Drugging?

Where to get the medicine?

Bonnie was flabbergasted for a moment, then reacted, shy and hurriedly wrapped herself into a cicada chrysalis with the quilt, "No, I can do it myself!"

"Isn't it a little late to be shy?" Sebastian looked at her red, almost bleeding cheeks with amusement, "I've seen everything I should have seen last night that I shouldn't have seen."

"That ......

that's not the same," Bonnie insisted with a strained neck, snatching up the ointment, "Anyway, I'll do it myself, you get out quick!"