A Hungry Wolf

Phillip leaned forward and Ann was leaning back.

His voice was low and sexy, like a gorgeous melody that could only be played by a cello.

"You know that your dad doesn't like me, but you still advise me to snatch food from him. Do you want me to be chased out of the house by my future father-in-law?"

Ann was surprised and raised her eyes to look at him.

She saw her shadow clearly reflected in his dark eyes, and his eyes were gentle and tender.

Her ears turned red and looked around.

"Who ... who is your future father-in-law?"

Phillip saw her red face as well as her delicate and small earlobe covered by her long black hair. He got closer and closer and whispered with his low and alluring tone.

"As long as you are willing, I can propose marriage at any time."

Before Ann could react, her sensitive earlobe was bitten.