Hilla looked at Bruce, her face reddening as she whispered, "What's daily? Don't you go to work every day? I'm at home with Halle."
After she finished speaking, she laughed. If they had a child, it would be Bruce going to work every day and she being at home to watch over the child.
They could hire a nanny and she wouldn't be too tired, but looking after the kid should be boring. What could happen to a child? When he was born, he would always be sleeping. When he could run, he would play with other kids.
She felt as if looking after the child should be quite simple.
Bruce would not be distracted by her. He leaned close to her and whispered, "I'm not going to work today. You're at home with ... me."
Feeling Bruce's breath which was burning hot, Hilla almost lost her mind.
In a daze, she sensed a touch of soft warmth on her face. It gradually reached her lips, and her tongue seemed to be tightly held by someone, giving her no chance to refuse.
