Chapter 270 Call Me Husband

"Well, don't be ridiculous. When my parents agree, let's go and get the marriage license. " She didn't
want to back out anymore; she loved and needed him, and Annie needed her own father. Besides,
even if she did back out now, Ophelia might not let her go easily. She's a ticking time bomb in Ophelia's
eyes, so she really wanted her to disappear.

And while her parents haven't made a clear statement yet, she knew that they've actually accepted the
fact, from the time her mother beat her and complained that she was bearing it alone, and from the
time her father called him his son, that her parents actually had accepted the man who was five years
late, and they just needed a little more time to digest the unexpected facts. They are common little
citizens, and the dangerous things were testing the capacity of their hearts.

Alan was excited to see her relieved and that she had agreed to marry him,so he kissed her several
times in a row, "Baby, from now on I am your man, your husband. You should also call me baby now. "

"I know that. " Hearing Alan saying such intimate words, she suddenly felt a little awkward, "You are no
longer a young man, and only young lovers call each other like that. "

Alan bit her lip slightly and said, "Do you mean I am an old man? "

"Yes, but that's not seven or eighty years old. " Olive laughed.

"But I really want to walk out with you when we are seventy years old and ninety years old. "

There are thousands of love words in the world, and his seemed to be the kind that touched her most.
After considering for a while, she said softly, "Baby, I have eaten a little much, and I feel so full. "

Alan shivered slightly and his heart beat fast. The word "baby" really is the most beautiful word in the
world.



He carried her back to the bed, his palm falling on her stomach through her clothes, "I'll give you a rub.
"

Olive leaned into his arms and narrowed her eyes. The strength of his palm was just right, making her
comfortable and slowly sleepy again, until the fingers dug into her clothes and crept up the skin along
the side of her waist to the softness of her breasts, rubbing them gently and slowly.

Sleep was dispelled by the light shivers that ran through her body and she pressed his hand, "Don't do
that, this is a ward. "

Even though everyone was asleep late at night, there was no guarantee that the doctor or nurse on
duty to patrol the room wouldn't suddenly come in, so they couldn't do such bold things here.

Alan sighed and withdrew his hand, kissing her forehead, "Let's sleep. You must be so tired. "

It wasn't that he didn't want her, God knows how hard his cock was, but her body that had been
frightened and abused for a whole day was still weak, and he decided to have fun with her properly
when she was well enough.

He tucked her in and went to the bathroom to wash his face, then he laid down on the couch next to
her, more like sitting than laying down. The couch was too short and he was too tall, so only his upper
body could lean on the couch.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt a shake on his arm, and it was Olive who had got out of bed.

"Come to bed. " She pulled him, although the hospital bed is not big, it is still better than a small couch.

Alan lowered his head, saw her bare feet on the ground, frowned. Why can't you wear a pair of shoes
when you get out the bed? The floor was still cold, even though spring had arrived. Seeing her standing
still, he had no choice but to go and carry her back to bed.



Then she hugged his neck and not letting go, "You sleep with me. "

How could she not know that he was afraid that sleeping together would make her no room to sleep
comfortably.

"The bed is too small and I'm afraid we can't sleep together. "

"It's okay, just hold me tight. " She just hugged him and got so close to his warm body like a tree otter.

But Alan said, "It's almost morning anyway, I'll just go sit on the couch."

Olive got unhappy, patting the bed, "Do you want to sleep with me or not? If not, I will get angry. "

Alan sighed softly, this girl was born to torment him. Actually, he was afraid that he couldn't restrain
himself from being tempted by the warm and soft body in his arms. But when he saw her pouting
mouth, he had to raise his hands in surrender and carefully lay down with her in his arms.

Olive happily closed her eyes and soon fell asleep. But Alan was having a hard time. He had to hold
back his aroused sexual desire.

Then he somehow also fell asleep and didn't wake up until morning.

When he opened his eyes, he was confronted with her gaze, pupils like the twinkling stars in the sky,
charming and round.

Seeing him wake up, Olive showed a smile, "Good morning, baby. "

"Good morning, wife."

It was actually not morning, and it was nearly noon. But there was nothing happier in the world than
waking up from sleep every day and seeing your beloved smile at you as soon as you opened your



eyes.

"Baby, you should give me a good morning kiss." He relied on the bed to beg for benefits.

Well, a thirty-two year old man is sometimes not really that different from a three year old child, and
Olive kissed heavily at his face before Alan got up with glee.

Out of the hospital room, Olive realized that there was only one wall between her and er mother last
night.

Opening the door, she heard her parents' conversation rattled to a halt and they both looked over.

"Dad, Mom." Olive called out in a lower voice than usual.

Instead, Alan naturally took her hand and called out after her, "Dad, Mom."


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