C266 The Perfect Thing

He reached out his hand to once again embrace the potbellied woman, not caring about her struggling, he hugged her tightly, bent over and lightly kissed her lips, "Alright, don't get angry with me, I know you want to eat ice cream and one more cup, huh? "Not much."

"You hid."

The woman's voice was choked with sobs, as if she was a child that couldn't get any sugar