Monica treated her emotions with extreme caution because she was very insecure, afraid of being cheated, and she didn't want to get hurt. She always wanted to face everything firmly, but emotions made people's hearts soft like water. She needed to sink in bit by bit.

Stinson liked her and understood her better. That was why he slowed down his pursuit of her and didn't want his fiery emotions to hurt her heart.

After dinner, they decided to go downstairs for a walk. The bodyguards followed behind them not far. Under the night sky, a long corridor continued, and the lights were brightly lit.

When they walked, they attracted the attention of many people. The combination of handsome men and beautiful women was always exceptionally pleasing to the eye. Young men and women all cast envious gazes.

The breeze was cool and the night scenery was charming. Monica seemed to have become much more relaxed.

She found a seat and sat down. She quietly enjoyed the night scene. The man stood behind her and looked at her. "Is it cold?" Stinson noticed that she was wearing thin clothes, and this was a tuyere, so he asked her in a low voice. Monica nodded, "A little, but I want to sit here for a while longer."

It wasn't always possible to see such an intoxicating beauty. Monica was a little greedy.

Stinson did not wear a coat, only a long-sleeved shirt. At this moment, there was nothing he could do with his gentlemanly demeanor. He could only walk to her side, sit down, and hug her in his arms. Monica chuckled and lay down on his body.

There was a sweet smell in the breeze. Stinson lowered his headand found that this faint fragrance came from her body. It was as if someone was holding a brush and scratching hisheart. It was extremely itchy.

Thus, he kissed her on the forehead.

Monica was stunned. She raised her headand the man felt that she had come to the door on her own initiative. He was even more affectionate and attached to her lips.

Monica trembled slightly and instinctively reached out to grab his clothes.

The man's lipswere hot and tyrannical, causing Monica's chest to fluctuate and her breathing to quicken.

Just as they were immersed in it, the childish voices of a few children came from a small path beside them. They suddenly woke up, and the man leaned against her ear and laughed.

Monica was also flushed with embarrassment. This kind of feeling was too tempting. She had actually indulged in it just now.

"Let's go back. The scenery on the balcony is also pretty good." The man held her hand tightly and walked back with her. Monica was in a state of chaos. How could she quietly conceive a design? Her entire body was burning with heat.

Back at the hotel, Monica nervously pinched her skirt with her hands. She wondered if she could refuse him again tonight.

At this point, Monica's rationality was no longer so firm. She also knew that the relationship between a man and a woman depended on sincerity. If she refused this man again and again, he would definitely be very sad.

Stinson poured her a cup of hot water. Seeing her standing besidethe sofa in a daze, he couldn't help but chuckle, "What's wrong? Did you lose your soul?"

Monica looked up at him, took the cup he handed over and took a sip, "Stinson, how are we going to sleep tonight?"

Stinson's eyes darkened, and the gaze condensed on her face became evil.

"How do you want?" The man threw the questionback to her.

Monica was stunned. Her face was so red that it was about to drip blood. She bit her lower lip and shook her head, "I don't know."

Stinson's sharp eyes saw through her dodging eyes, and he suddenly guessed what she was thinking.

"Monica, are you willing to have a further relationship with me?" He asked her with a smile.

Monica was originally very embarrassed, but when he asked her this, she was dumbfounded for a moment and didn't know how to reply.

Love itself was something that needed to be understood. There was no need for words. Many things would happen naturally at a certain level. If it was said too clearly, it would be even more speechless. "Don't worry, we're getting engaged soon. Just endure it." The man suddenly had a clear and righteous expression. He walked over and patted her shoulder to placate her.

"Stinson, what... what are you talking about? Who's in a hurry?" Monica was rarely as shy as a little woman, but she was misunderstood by a man. How could she not be angry?

When the man saw that he had succeeded in teasing her, he laughed heartily. Monica blushed and said angrily, "Believe it or not, I can endure it for the rest of my life."

When Stinson heard her harsh words, he was shocked. Only then did he realize that the joke had gone too far. He quickly apologized cheap and said, "Monica, it was my fault just now. I shouldn't have teased you. Don't be angry, okay?"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Are you done coaxing me?" At this moment, Monica was so angry and her blood surged. She didn't want to forgive him easily.

"In my opinion, you are cuter than a child. If you feel that it's not enough that I coax you, how do you expect me to apologize?" Only now did Stinson panic.

Monica pursed her lips and smiled. A wisp of darkness flashed through her clear eyes, "I remember that you promised me before that if you were tempted by me, you would take off your clothes and run a lap. Do you still remember?"

Stinson's handsome face was deathly pale. Did he really say such ridiculous words?

"Monica, my figure is so good, how can you be willing to share it with others?" The man couldn't help but plead.

Monica gritted her teeth in hatred and said, "I am willing."

"You." Stinson was speechless. He cherished her so much that even if other men looked at her a few more times, he would feel unhappy in his heart. In her heart, was he so worthless?

Monica saw that his handsome face was flushed red, so she stopped joking, "Forget it, I will marry you in the future. If you lose all face, I will also lose face."

Stinson smiled helplessly, "So, you only love your face, not me?"

Monica curled her lips and said, "Marriage emphasizes equality. I can't follow you everywhere just because you had a renownedfamily."

Stinson nodded and agreed with her point, "You're right. In marriage, two people's positions are equal."

"But I heard from others that after marriage, women have to learn to endure. In the end, men and women are not equal." Monica sighed. She didn't know how long she could endure her pride, so she intuitively wanted to live alone before.

"We can learn from my parents' views on marriage. Outside, everyone feels that my father is in charge, but in fact, when outsiders can't see it, my father lets my mother decide." Stinson chuckled and told the truth.

"Ah? Why is this happening?" Monica was extremely surprised, "I feel that your mother's temperament is gentle. She doesn't look like a strong person."

"My mother is usually gentle and easy to talk to. However, sheused to compete with my father for the position in the family. Of course, my father never competed for her once." Stinson said with a hint of interest.

"Why?" Monica was even more curious.

"My father loves my mother very much. He is afraid that my mother will ignore him for the rest of her life." Stinson stiffened when he said this. Why did he have this kind of mentality?

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