Chapter 2318 If He Were a Woman, He Would Be a Foxy One

"All right, all right. You've fed me enough sweet nothings tonight. Stop talking." From his arms, Alice rose to her feet and looked at him, her lips curving up.

Henrick also stood up and approached her. He embraced her with one arm and rested his head on her shoulder. In his arms, she was soft and fragrant. He felt like kissing her.

This moment had come barreling too fast that he felt unreal.

"Allie, am I dreaming? Give me a pinch," Henrick asked in a low voice, which was as gentle as the spring of March, setting one's heart aflutter. 

Alice smiled sweetly, slyness flashing across her eyes when she reached out and pinched his waist.

"Ow..." 

He suddenly took a step back, feeling a burst of pain in his waist, tickling him unbearably.

Giving Alice his puppy dog eyes, he whined, "Allie, you don't hold back, do you!"

Alice shoot a glance at him and said, "In my defense, you asked me to pinch it."