Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

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Chapter 261

Crystal said seriously, “That’s right! I thought so too. Freud looks tall and strong, but he is so fragile.”

“Crystal.” Harold’s voice was indifferent. “Do you believe this nonsense yourself?”

“…” Crystal said, “Well, I don’t believe it. I just suddenly wanted to eat lamb skewers.”

Harold lowered his eyes and looked at the outline of her face in the darkness. “Is it delicious?” Crystal

raised her hand. “I’ve packed some for you. Do you want to have a taste? It’s delicious.” “Thank you for

remembering me.” Harold’s voice was full of sarcasm. “But it’s already half past twelve. I won’t eat

anything.”

Crystal slowly put down her hand, coughed, and said, “Then I’ll put them in the refrigerator… Put me

down first. Being here makes me a little scared.”

After all, her back was completely suspended in the air. If she was not careful, she could fall directly

into the living room.

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Harold didn’t let go.

Not only did he not let Crystal go, but he also pushed Crystal a little to the back. Crystal was so scared

that she screamed, “Ah, ah, I know I’m wrong! I really know I’m wrong! Don’t make me fall to death. Ah,

ah, ah, if I fall, my head will explode. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…”

Harold, “…”

“You’re so good at talking. Why don’t you coax me?” Harold leaned against Crystal’s ear and said in a

low voice, with a kind of husky sexiness. “Say something nice.”

Crystal’s eyes were filled with tears. “I, I don’t know how.”

“When I was in school, my teacher didn’t teach me how to coax men.”

“Don’t you have a sweet mouth?” Harold said, “You don’t even know how to say something nice?”

“I don’t have a sweet mouth…” Crystal said timidly, “It’s not sweet at all. Let’s go to eat barbecue. The

grilled corn is delicious… uh!”

Harold covered her mouth, pressed his lips against hers, and said, “I’ll try it myself to see if it’s sweet or

not.”

Crystal, “!”

Crystal sat on the railing, and Harold wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned over to kiss her.

Unaccustomed to this, Crystal leaned back and her neck became stiff, like a swan that could be killed

at any time, or a sacrifice that was wantonly enjoyed by the gods on the sacrificial altar.

He kissed her so deeply.

Crystal felt as if her whole body had been branded with Harold’s imprint. She felt dizzy and leaned

against his body. She did not have any strength at all. Suddenly, his hand was moved away from her

waist and went into her T-shirt. His dry palm stuck to her soft waist, causing Crystal’s whole body to

tremble.

She suddenly opened her eyes and vaguely saw a little shadow of Harold. Her voice was as soft as an

animal’s. “…Don’t touch me!”

“I insist.” The man’s voice was calm, but his movements were completely different. He rubbed that

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piece of skin with his fingers and said, “Have you ever heard of it?”

“What?”

“In order to serve the king, many women in the palace started starving to have a slimmer waist and

some ended up dying.”

Crystal’s eyes widened. “The King liked the scholar’s slim waist, and the meaning of this sentence is

what’s good for the geese is also good for the gander… Stop touching!”

Harold chuckled. “You’re quite educated.”

Crystal grabbed his hand. “If you touch me again, I am going to be angry.”

Harold, “I’m just curious.”

“What are you curious about?”

“How can your waist be so thin?” Harold measured her waist and finally came to a conclusion. “It

seems that I can break it with a little force.”

Crystal, “…”

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