The man removed his wet military uniform, revealing his strong, burly frame.
Alexander Kingsley could always recall a night from many days ago when she clung to him, innocent and naive: "Admiral, I want to marry you!"
"Alexander Kingsley, aren't you waiting for your wife?!"
"Damn it, how twisted are you? When will you finally straighten out?!"
"Alexander Kingsley, I really want to marry you—"
Alexander Kingsley was stunned for a while, feeling a tightness in his lower abdomen. Damn, it was all over, why was he still so caught up with her?
What was annoying was, his mind was filled with her voice: "Alexander Kingsley, hubby... I, I, I can't walk anymore! Carry me!"
"Look, even the Crown Prince is carrying Eva, I want a hug too—"
Back then, Alexander Kingsley would always ignore her.
