Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 49: Now obey

"Did this act of yours lead to an intimate relationship in the morning?" Robbin's eyes squeaked, waiting for Clay's finger movement to stall due to reprimand.

Clay looked up, his cherry eyes twinkling meaningfully, his rancid lips twinkling with a smile. "Uh, yes, I can't wait to sweat."

Robbin grabs Clay's wrist, twisting the girl's body to his back. His sturdy arms are coiled over the chest of the wife who is blooming. He growled as he pressed the charge of wanting to strip every strand of the skin barrier meeting the skin.

A gentle warm breath paralyzes the joints, Clay briefly shuts. "Can it get out now before it loses control?"

Robbin's forehead frowned, she slammed into Clay's collarbone. The woman's question further implied a statement, reluctantly loosening the embrace.

"I want to check your wound, Robbin." Clay jerks his legs to the floor and forcibly lowers her husband's arm. "Now, obey."

The couple sat side by side on the edge of the bed, Clay first pulled a sweater, then Robbin's shirt passed over the head. The man's midwife's chest was amazingly exposed. His abdominal muscles look hard and the result of regular exercise creates a proportional bulge.

Robbin almost chuckled—because— is not out of thought with his own mind. He was silent, letting Clay examine his chest to his waist. "I didn't know you were a medical graduate" he said.

"Yes, no. What a hard thing it is to change the bandage." Clay's eyelids shriveled, Robbin's injury separated the red beret long enough. "It's closing."

"It's nothing" Robbin murmured.

"Have you ever been worse than this?"

"Skew the bullet." Robbin pointed at the waist on the right, there was a mark about ten inches long there. "Maybe the nurse likes to sew or whatever, to the point of embedding eight rows of thread."

"Ha-ha-ha, crisp tau!" joked Clay, then said his point, "I have no intention of banning you or anything, Brother Robbin, but it would be nice to quit such a dangerous job." Clay spoke softly with his fingers, slowly tracing the wound.

"As long as you don't mind having an unemployed husband" Robbin said indifferently and pulled Clay's hand which tickled his chest. "I don't think it needs to be re-bandaged."

"Well! Sure enough, the breath can be connected with love so that life lasts long?" Robbin is wearing his shirt again. Then throw a look at Clay.

The ornate face grins Robbin's primitive instincts, Clay teasing him by raising his eyebrows and saying, "Can I show you?"

Robbin raises next to an eyebrow, waiting for what he's trying to show. Without warning, Clay put their lips together. The next instant was made shocked as the woman blew air. Oh, my gosh. Not helped by artificial breathing, Robbin actually welcomed it with ******* to the point of gasp.

"Ah, Brother Robbin messed up my opinion."

"But you started." Robbin smiled at me. "Eem, I'll be away for a while and Berry will stay to keep you company."

"should?"

"Yes, My Angel." Robbin had already moved from his seat first, reaching out to help Clay.

While forcing a smile Clay reached for the husband's palm, clasping tightly before being released again.

Robbin felt the emotion of the woman's disapproval, gently grabbing Clay's chin. "You're more seductive when you're angry."

An honest statement from the heart, Robbin was anxious to see his woman's pouting lips. "If you recite this time, I promise to consider your proposal."

"Seriously?"

Robbin nodded once, but firmly.