My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 240

After a while, Hendrix looked sideways at me, and his dark eyes were extremely deep. "You can go harder."

I was stunned, and I blurted out in confusion, "Won't you feel pain?"

He lowered his eyebrows, and his coldness faltered. "Then did you think I'll feel the pain before you hit me?"

I stiffened up. Lowering my eyes, I didn't know how to answer him. So, I continued to massage him in silence.

After a long time, I was finally done. I went to put the first-aid kit away and clean my hands.

Then, I washed up and went back to bed. Hendrix had recently taken a liking to sleeping naked. When I adjusted my position in bed, I accidentally brushed against his junior.

I froze at the contact, and I couldn't help glancing over at him. He seemed unaffected, still keeping his eyes on the book in his hand.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I laid down and prepared to sleep.

I woke up earlier than him the next day.

Hendrix was still asleep. He had a good posture even when he was sleeping soundly, and he still looked handsome. He had distinct facial features, and his short dark hair looked neat.

It was the first time that I had looked so carefully at his face.

His eyelashes were long, his lips pressed together, and their edges were slightly lowered.

He was sleeping in a state of constant alertness.

It was said that people who slept in this posture were domineering. They would do whatever they set their minds out to do, and no one could tell them otherwise.

Indeed, Hendrix was exactly like that.

He had a sturdy chest, wide shoulders, and long legs.

Even when he was sleeping, he was on constant alert.

"Why didn't you sleep in?" It was so early in the day, and there was nothing to do.

"I can't sleep," Hendrix's gaze seemed cold, but I could feel an overwhelming aura. Sure enough, he looked at me for a long time and flatly said, "I'd been holding it for too long."

It took me some time to realize what he meant. When I did, I threw my phone aside and said lightly, "I'm going to visit Monique at the hospital later."

"Arianna!" He pulled me into a hug from behind, and he said in a hoarse voice, "People get frustrated easily when they are uncomfortable. I am uncomfortable. Arianna, we haven't had sex for a long time."

Hendrix kept his voice low, "Let's go to the bathroom? Shall we?"

I was at a loss for words.

Sure enough, no matter how well-dressed and well-mannered a man was, he would still turn into a beast when he was in need.

Seeing that I made no objection, Hendrix held back no more. He caressed my waist, and then his hand went downwards.