Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 1333

Anthea turned around and lay on his lap.

Adam continued to dry her hair with the hairdryer patiently.

At this moment, both of them felt peace and comfort.

Anthea was very cozy, as Adam's longer fingers kept brushing through her hair, and closed her eyes satisfactorily.

With the buzz of the hairdryer, her voice sounded. "I'm just worried that when we get old and not in a very good shape, we might be only able to reply on each other, and there are no children to accompany us."

"Don't worry," Adam said. "Wilson is planning to have one more child. We can take that one."

Although Anthea had not formally met Adam's family yet, she knew that besides Simon, Adam also had a younger brother named Wilson, who was the president of a group.

She did not know whether to laugh or cry at his words. "Hey, when did you become a bandit?"

Adam turned off the hairdryer, opened the drawer and pulled out a document.

Anthea asked curiously, "What's this?"

As Adam opened it for her to see, he said, "I've already contacted the welfare home. We can adopt a child."

He was joking with her just now.

About the children, he already made a plan. It didn't matter if they couldn't have their own children. They could adopt one. There were so many homeless orphans in the welfare home. Adoption was also a good thing.

Anthea was moved and leaned against him.

She suddenly raised her hand over Adam's head. "Don't move. You have a white hair!"

Adam's body stiffened.

Seeing that his thin lips were slightly pursed, Anthea laughed loudly, "Haha, I was just kidding!"

Adam was speechless.

When he thought of the little girl who called him uncle in the supermarket during the day again, he became more pissed off.

He pushed Anthea down on the bed and pounced on her.

In a sense, he also admitted that he was like robbing the cradle, so he was very displeased when being ridiculed as old.

He decided to prove himself physically.

Reality always prevailed in debate.

Adam kissed her tensely until she could not breathe, and then ripped off her bathrobe directly.

With a beautiful parabola, the bathrobe fell on the ground.

Adam's hot breath was flowing into her ears. His tone was dangerous. "Uncle? White hair? Uh? Am I old?"

"Well." Anthea's mouth was a little dry.

The night wind blew in, causing the window curtains flying, but it still failed to dissipate the strong smell in the room.

Anthea was completely overwhelmed by his passion.

The moon hung high in the sky, and was surrounded by sparkling stars. However, Adam did not have any intention of sleeping at all, as if he had endless physical strength. His black eyes became even brighter.

With a red nose, Anthea begged for mercy. "No, I was wrong!"

"What did you do wrong?" Adam asked in a hoarse voice.

"You're old, but you're still strong and vigorous... Ah!"

Anthea groaned.

She almost cried.

The wedding night was very long.

A car was being driven at a constant speed on highways.