Chapter 92 Hot Spring During The Day, In Bed During The Night

His thigh was very well-built and firm. As though getting scalded, Sigrid withdrew her hand quickly.

"Why did you stop touching me?" George raised his eyebrows and stared at her with his fiery gaze. He looked as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Sigrid froze for a moment, and then quickly explained, "I'm not touching you." It was obvious that she was trying to hit him, but he took it in such a perverted way.

Sigrid glared at him, and then George grabbed her hand and rested it on his thigh again.

"Go ahead and feel it. You can feel anywhere you want."

Sigrid was dumbfounded. She couldn't imagine what perverted thoughts were on his mind at this moment.

"It's boring just to sit here. Let's find something else to do." After saying this, he lowered his head and kissed her.