She locked herself in the room.

One door away, Yuri seemed to hear Joey sobbing.

Son?

Where does the son come from?

Obviously, Yuri knew nothing about the child.

You know, chronic nightmares can lead to depression.

"Joey, open the door, will you?" His deep, husky voice rippled in the night.

However, there was only endless silence in the room.

"Joey, could you please open the door?" He pleaded, feeling something was wrong, but he could not tell what was wrong.

He thought of the moment he lifted her up from the bathroom. Her pale delicate body was exposed in front of him, naked. At that time, his lower body was extremely bulging, but before he could question her, his body had already reacted first.

He wants to make love with her. He wants to have a baby with her.

He didn't deny it at all. He didn't take that step because Joey's leg was injured.

After sending her mother back home, her mother's ultimatum had somewhat affected him. As long as they had a child, Joey would have a foothold in the family and her mother would accept her again. Furthermore, it would ensure that their marriage was truly stable.

As he thought about it, he repeatedly thought about the possibility. In the end, he realized that he was not repulsed at all, and even began to look forward to it.

He wants to be a father. He wanted to be the father of his and Joey's child. He wants to take responsibility.

Of course, this required Joey's consent, and it was in her conscious state.

At present, their feelings are still very fragile, like the flowers on the cliff, can not stand a little wind and rain.

He would not take advantage of the situation. Although he could not treat Joey as his ex-wife, even if he wanted to, his heart could not. His heart was already here. It was locked tightly on her, and all he could do was try to hide it.

Too much aggression would only frighten her.

Perhaps it was telepathy. Maybe it was his sincerity, Joey opened the door.

She looked up at Yuri. Her face was pale. Her eyes were vacant, and there were tears in her eyes.

However, with just one glance, he knew that her mind was gradually recovering and she was not sleepwalking.

Yuri tried to grab her hand, but Joey turned around and hid in a corner, burying her head between her knees, forming a state of self-protection.

Yuri looked at her curling up and had no other choice.

"If you don't like it, I won't ask to sleep with you again. He came to her side in a hoarse voice and kept half a step away. He didn't dare to get too close because he really didn't want to see Joey like this, which made his heartache but there was nothing he could do.

"Yuri, can you kiss me?” Joey raised her head and asked.

Yuri felt that he had misheard her or that she was actually trying to say, can you hug me? He definitely misheard a keyword, but he did hear her talking about a kiss! Not a hug!

He wanted to kiss her! He really wanted to kiss her! This was probably the most beautiful invitation he had ever heard! However, he was afraid that he would hear wrongly and scare her again.

Man's emotionwere always half a beat slower. From the moment Joey let him in, her heart had slowly opened towards him.

However, for some reason, Yuri's feet seemed to have been tied to a chain and he couldn't move.

Unexpectedly, Joey lifted a toe forcefully and faced his lips, blocking his stiff daze.

God!

Joey actually kissed him!