Chapter 81 Why It Hurts

"Let me go." Stacy widened her eyes and put her hands against his oppressed body.

"Let go of you?" Harry repeated what she said in a teasing manner and thought it was ridiculous.

He was angry that she wanted to draw a line with him as soon as she came here. Now she only believed that his son was innocent, but doubted him.

He was really angry.

Stacy tilted her head and did not dare to look at him. She could feel that his hard skin was hotter than her body, and his breath was suddenly close at hand. It was familiar and cold. She closed her eyes. "My son is only five years old "

He couldn't have done something like this.

She tilted her head, the blue veins on her slender neck throbbed slightly. Because of her nervousness, her shaky and rapid breathing was very attractive. Harry was planning to scare her, but when he saw her at the moment, he only felt that the blood was boiling all over his body.

He lowered his lips and kissed her on the neck.