Inspector

Enzo's intense eyes fell on the white skin around my neck, growing hotter, and his voice was now a bit husky. "Last night, something went wrong. I was so tired, I didn't get to kiss you... Only to hug you... Shall we do the things not done last night?"

I suddenly understood what Enzo was implying. He wanted to do it...

Sooner or later, I would become his woman.

I could only become his woman one day or the other, no matter how I tried to avoid it.

Surprised by his words, I opened my eyes wide. "You, what are you talking about?"

Hadn't he been tempted by me?

How could it be...

"Baby, I want you." Enzo's voice lowered inch by inch, and his burning kiss fell to my lips, rubbing gently along the corners of my mouth. His other hand slipped into my pajamas, igniting a sparkling sensation on my soft skin.

His hot hand moved around, and I felt like it was setting my body on fire.

The man's hot lips trailed down from my soft lips, inch by inch.

"Baby..."

His voice was hoarse and murmured.

I felt dizzy from his kisses, and even my attempts to resist became slow.

"Enzo..." I clenched my lips, my face flushed, and my voice soft.

This voice seemed to stimulate him even more.

With a "tearing" sound, he couldn't wait to pull my pajamas away.

The coolness from his chest made my hazy brain wake up briefly.

When I opened my eyes and looked into his deep, hungry eyes, my heart trembled fiercely.

I felt a little scared.

I seemed to see a fierce beast in hunger.

And I was the prey it had targeted.

The next second, he would pounce on me and devour me whole.

"Baby, I want you." Enzo was not ready to let go.

"No, no!"

I changed my expression suddenly and reached out to stop him.

He frowned with dissatisfaction. "Why not? You don't want to?"

"No, it's not that!"

A blush spread across my face, and my flushed face felt like it was burning. My eyes flickered, and I felt embarrassed. "Not yet. Enzo, you need to get up, we can't do this now."

After saying this, I reached out and pushed him away, regardless of his desires.

To my surprise, Enzo actually let me go.

As soon as I was free, I rolled up the quilt and got up quickly, then jumped out of bed.

Before Enzo could react, I ran into the bathroom wrapped in the quilt.

I moved extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, I was in the bathroom with the door closed behind me.

>Enzo<

Looking at the petite figure that had slipped into the bathroom, I was stunned for a few seconds first, then lowered my face and looked down somewhere in the body.

That "thing" was now fully awakened and ready to go.

I couldn't believe it. We were almost at the final step, and I was pushed away.

Pushed away by my wife in the process of making love.

Is it because I didn't make her comfortable and was rejected by her?

With such a thought, my face went dark.

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As I quickly ran into the bathroom, I immediately took off the quilt wrapped around me.

After a few minutes, I confirmed that my monthly "inspector" had indeed arrived, and my mood was indescribable.

The inspector didn't come early and didn't come late—just at the critical moment. Should I say it came in time, or that it was not the right time?

Thinking of Enzo's stunned and unbelieving expression when I jumped out of bed, I felt a mix of emotions.

Emmm, I don't know what his mood is now. However, no matter what kind of mood, it is definitely not very good.

After all…

Any man interrupted at the most critical moment, or pushed away by his own wife, would not have a pleasant experience.

However, I didn't do it on purpose. How could I have known that my aunt would come at such a time?

That's right when I suddenly felt a rush of heat, I guessed it was my period, so I pushed Enzo away. Not to mention that he was surprised—even I was surprised.

Sitting on the toilet, I squatted for a while, frowning deeply.

What should I do now?

I didn't bring any sanitary products.

After thinking for a while, it seemed Enzo was my only hope to solve this problem. However, it would be incredibly embarrassing to ask him to find any sanitary pads or the like.

But no matter how embarrassing, I had to ask. I couldn't just stay in the bathroom forever.

Standing with my legs clamped together, I slowly moved to the door like a bug, then slowly opened a crack in the bathroom door.

Peeking out from the crack, I looked at the man still sitting on the big bed.

Enzo's face wasn't very good—he was clearly upset by being pushed away. He was covered in a layer of low air pressure, sitting motionless and expressionless.

I felt a trace of guilt.

Sorry to speak, I cleared my throat softly, "Enzo, I need your help with something."

He looked up, his expression a mix of curiosity and frustration, but he didn't say anything.

Taking a deep breath, I continued, "Can you please get me some inspector pads? I didn't bring any, and I really need them."

For a moment, he looked surprised, but then his expression softened. He nodded and got up from the bed, "Inspector? Which inspector?"

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