Your Love Is My Weapon

Bridget's face darkened little by little, and, at last, became extremely gloomy.

Who was he referring to?

She didn't have a perfect figure?

"Jacob, who are you talking about?" Bridget suppressed her anger.

Jacob glanced at the room and looked back at Bridget. "There's a third person in this room? Am I talking about that dog?"

"Jacob!" Bridget raised her hand to slap Jacob. Jacob bent over and put his face in front of her. "You can hit here and it will calm you down immediately.”

Bridget's hand remained in midair and it froze.

Anyway, she was still rational at this moment.

She puffed up her cheeks angrily, especially cute like a hamster.

She slowly clenched her fist and retracted it. She was so angry that her chest moved ups and downs. After a long time, she said, "My figure is very good."

Before she could finish her sentence, Jacob suddenly leaned over. The hot and humid breath rushed towards her face, mixed with great aggressiveness. Bridget could not help but retreat. She was so nervous that her mouth became a little incoherent. "You... What are you doing?"

Jacob looked down slightly and stared at her pink cheeks, getting closer and closer. His voice was obviously gentle, but now it was a little more playful. "I haven't seen it. Why should I believe it?"

He looked slowly down from her neck to lower body. At this moment, Bridget was not sure if she was angry or something else. She only found her heart beating wildly, and her chest was undulating, which was a little tempting.

Jacob's eyes were slightly desired. He said, "Bridget, are you trying to seduce me on purpose?" Bridget was clearly nervous and pretended to be calm. "Jacob, I would seduce anyone but you." Jacob moved his body closer. The distance between their lips was almost two centimeters. They could clearly feel each other's breathing and he was still leaning closer.

Bridget blushed and she was extremely uncomfortable. She pressed her palm against his face and pushed it away. "I'm hungry."

"Okay." Jacob put his hand around her and covered her back with the clothes. "What do you want to eat? I'll take you there."

Bridget's mind was in a mess at the moment and she could not think calmly. As for what was wrong, she didn't know, so she casually said, "Anything."

Jacob put her shoes at her feet to make it easier for her to wear. "Don’t you know what you want to eat?"

Bridget was speechless.

Bridget put on her shoes and glared at him. "I don't want to eat the food you made.”

Jacob was embarrassed and swore in his heart that he would never cook again.

Jacob locked the door. The two of them entered the elevator and went downstairs. Jacob drove the car, and Bridget was sitting in the passenger seat.

Jacob drove the car out of the garage and glanced at Bridget. "How about the hotpot?"

The hotpot was the best choice when the weather was cold.

Bridget nodded and leaned back in her chair. She didn't seem to be in the mood, and she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head on the window.

Jacob looked at her, glanced at her waist and asked, "Does your waist hurt?"