Only you in my love

Chapter 234 Calling Him Honey Almost Killed Him

When John woke up, it was already the evening of the second day.

The night wind gently stepped on the clouds. The orange in the depths of the setting sun was like

golden light, sprinkled on the window, and a shadow grew on the ground.

Lying on the edge of the bed, Nina fell asleep.

Last night, she had been waiting for John to wake up. At dawn, John didn't wake up. She anxiously

called the doctor.

The doctor comforted her and said that she had to wait. Nina had to wait.

At noon, James rushed over and found that Nina was injured, looking dirty. He quickly dragged Nina to

find a doctor to treat her wound and apply medicine.

Now Nina was wearing a brown dress and lying on the bed obediently. The sunset and her dress made

her face blush.

As John tried to sit up, he felt a sharp pain in his waist.

"Uncle John?" James pushed the door open, he saw John struggling to sit up. It seemed that John

failed.

John was speechless.

He immediately lay back, as if nothing had happened.

James was worried and said, "Uncle John, you..."

"Shh!" John signaled him not to disturb the sleeping Nina, and then James lowered his footsteps.

He also lowered his voice, "Uncle John, you're finally awake!"

James' eyes were a little red. When he saw that his Uncle John hadn't woken up yet, he almost thought

that Uncle John would die.

"Nothing. Don't worry." Knowing that James was frightened, John tried his best to be kind.

It was rare for James to see his Uncle John being nice to him, and James' eyes were even redder.

John must have broken his mind by accident.

"Uncle John, please don't be in danger. Aunt Nina and I are so worried about you. Aunt Nina said that if

something happen to you, she will remarry. " In fact, this was said by Nina to stimulate John, hoping

that John could wake up.

However, Nina didn't expect that John wasn't stimulated at all. At that time, Nina's face was full of

frustration, taking it as nothing had happened.

However, James heard it clearly.

He was so scared that he almost wanted to wake Uncle John up.

"How dare she!" The expression on John's face darkened, but his voice was pitifully low. He was afraid

of waking up the sleeping woman.

"I can't get up. You carry her up." John uncovered the thin quilt on his body and handed it to James.

"Wrap her with this."

At the thought of the doctor's words, James immediately stopped John and said, "Uncle John, your

waist is well now. Don't think about that thing anymore."

John was speechless. 'What am I thinking about?'

All of a sudden, John realized what had happened. He glared at James and said, "Just do as I say.

Don't talk so much nonsense."

"Yes, sir." James shrank his neck, wrapped Nina with the quilt, and sent her to John's side.

As soon as Nina touched the bed, she opened her eyes.

With her sleepy eyes, she saw the man who was about to hold her in his arms. With joy in her eyes,

she immediately stood up and looked at John. "Are you awake? Are you okay? "

"I am fine." John reached out his hand to hold Nina's face, which was still a little red and swollen. A

ruthless look flashed across his distressed eyes.

He would make sure that Isabella was doomed.

Although Nina heard that John was fine, she still couldn't believe it. She looked him up and down for a

while and felt a little relieved when she saw that he looked good.

Then she found herself lying on the bed.

She used to sleep on the edge of the bed.

Nina's eyes and heart were full of John and didn't see James behind her at all. She blinked and asked,

"Did you carry me on the bed?"

After a pause, John said calmly, "Yes."

James was speechless

'Uncle John is so shameless!'

"Great!" With excitement in her eyes, Nina jumped into his arms. She held his waist with both hands,

and her head rubbed against his chest again and again. "The doctor said that you hurt your waist, and

you can't exercise these days. Just now you held me up, which means that your waist is fine. The

doctor lied to me. He said it would take at least a week for you to recover. You recovered in one day! "

The moment she pounced on John, James heard a crack clearly.

James was speechless. 'Uncle John, you must suffer from lying.'

The expression on John's face froze.

His waist...

It would take a week for him to recover?

He couldn't any excises.

Sadness was written on John's face, and some of his plans were gradually lost.

John looked askance at James, indicating him to go out.

James went out quietly, Nina still didn't notice him.

"John! You scared me to death." Nina was immersed in the joy of surviving. Recalling the situation at

that time, her body trembled.

If it weren't for that plank, at least John would have fallen into a concussion.

When he heard her calling him, John frowned slightly. He put his big hand on her waist and patted it

gently, exhaling in her ear.

"Call me honey."

The warm breath made Nina's face slightly red. It was because of the situation at that time that she

called him honey, and now he suddenly let her call him honey, which made her feel a little awkward.

"Well... Don't be anxious. "

"I am very anxious." John answered in a hurry and ignored the pain in his waist and held her tighter.

Hiding in his arms, Nina pursed her lips and suddenly felt a little thirsty.

"Let me prepare."

John raised his eyebrows and said, "Three seconds."

"One minute." Nina left his chest and stretched out a white, tender finger.

Her face was as tender as a peeled egg, and pure light flashed in her wet eyes, which made him itchy.

It was so itchy that he wanted to wet her slightly dry lips.

But John was afraid that he couldn't control himself and hurt his waist for the interests in front of him.

He couldn't teach her a lesson in the future.

"Two seconds." John pressed the head of Nina into his arms. Out of sight, out of mind.

Nina nuzzled against his chest and bargained, "30 seconds."

John didn't immediately answer her question. After pausing for about thirty seconds, he patted her on

the waist again.

He found that he had a preference. He liked his little girl's waist. It was so thin.

"It's 30 seconds. Call me honey." John lifted his mouth and looked down at the fluffy head in his arms

and suddenly felt that his little girl was getting more and more obedient.

Nina raised her eyes and didn't say anything.

This man did it on purpose.

In a moment, like a kitten, Nina slowly rubbed her head up against his neck and whispered in his ear, Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Honey."

The voice of Nina was lazy, with a trace of mist, smooth and mellow like red wine, more itchy than her

fingers that circled on the man's chest.

"Honey." John paused for a moment and his voice became hoarse.

His little girl almost killed him when she called him honey.

John grabbed her hand, put it between his lips and kissed it. As his eyes moved, a small flame flashed.

"Honey, let's have a daughter."

Nina blinked and said, "Okay."

Then she took the initiative to kiss John's lips.

In the heat, John wanted to take the lead. When he was about to turn over to be the king, another crisp

sound came from his waist.

John couldn't say anything, it was just so hurt.

At the critical moment, he failed.

Bearing the restlessness in his body, John kissed her lips and said, "Honey, you're still injured. I'm

afraid I will hurt you."