My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1125

She lowered her head, covered her mouth, and said, "Oh, you're so annoying. I'm such a pure and lovely person so how could you think of me like that?"

I placed a hand on my forehead and felt exasperated as I replied, "I'm afraid I'm gonna need you to speak human language!"

Her expression changed immediately and twitched her lips, "We haven't done it. He never gets it up at the most crucial moment. There's nothing I can do about that!"

I could feel my lips trembling and my laughter almost burst out. I looked at her and asked, "How many times has that happened?"

She sighed and looked a little depressed, "I don't keep track, but from the beginning until now, we have yet to go all the way. Recently, all he has done is hold me without doing anything."

I had no idea what to say for a moment. A little worried, I suggested, "Shouldn't you bring him to a doctor?"

A man and woman's bedroom relationship shouldn't be ignored, and it shouldn't become too much of a problem. In the end, they would have to have babies eventually. Since she was still young, she had to get her share of fun, no matter what. If not, that meant that Sebastian was an unreliable man.

She shrugged and said, "Let's give it a try first. What if tonight everything goes okay?"

I was stunned and looked at her. "Have you ever thought about using some medicine?"

"Hmm," she said. Then, she looked at me with wide eyes, asking, "What do you mean by that?"

Oh no!

"Hmm?" She spoke on her own before I could open my mouth. She paused and said, "You're right. Why don't I give that a try?"

"Okay!" she replied. Then, she said in a soft voice, "I will go to bed after talking to you for a while. Is that okay, Mommy?"

I nodded and laid down on my bed. I had been standing for a whole day, so my legs were aching. I asked, "What do you want to share with Mommy, Anne?"

Like a chatterbox, Anne started talking, "I've seen your photos. You look beautiful. Mr. Roberts said that when you come back, we'll take a better picture!"

I held the phone and listened to her quietly. From

time to time, I would respond accordingly. She talked about everything, from the trivial things at home to the fight between her classmates. She told me everything, not missing any detail.

I nodded with a faint smile on my lips. After more than half an hour, the voice on the other end of the phone got quieter and quieter. Anne must be feeling drowsy.