Nolan Morrison turned over and lay down, holding Matilda Jenkins tightly, "In this world, every pitiful person has a hateful aspect; don't have too much sympathy for someone you don't understand."
"Are you saying that Mrs. Morrison has actually done things that could make people angry?"
Nolan Morrison pinched the soft flesh at Matilda Jenkins' waist: "In the middle of the night, stop overthinking, go to sleep. If you're not tired, we can make a baby, otherwise how will I explain to Mr. and Mrs. Herd later? They might even think I'm not capable."
Matilda Jenkins...
This topic changed too quickly, didn't it?
She hadn't thought of what to say when Nolan Morrison's hand already got restless. Her pajamas slipped off quickly, and she hurriedly said, "Stop, don't be in such a hurry..."
"How can I not be in a hurry? It's been so many days, you haven't fed me."
