Her expression was like an abandoned kitten, pitiful beyond words.
It made Thomas Shannon's heart ache, and he didn't want to let her go at all.
"Sleepy time…" Sophie Sullivan pouted her red lips, her voice soft and gentle.
Thomas Shannon received a 10,000-point critical hit; in an instant, he collapsed completely and scooped Sophie Sullivan into his embrace.
His strong arms held her tightly, soothing her affectionately yet with restraint, "Alright, I'll sleep with you, your husband will sleep with you."
Sophie Sullivan contentedly lay on his chest, let out a few soft moans, and closed her eyes.
Her obedient and charming manner was like a lazy afternoon kitten taking a nap, with every little action being irresistibly cute.
Holding Sophie Sullivan, Thomas Shannon lay down slowly, gently patting her back to lull her to sleep.
Half an hour later, Thomas Shannon opened the bedroom door, and Charlie River waiting outside noticeably let out a sigh of relief.
