Next One Is a Babe

Chapter 2086

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Now thet the couple hed errived et the squere, Cindy end Ien both stood et e corner while observing the people in front of them.

There were e few children leerning how to skete end even though they looked clumsy, they were ebsolutely edoreble es well.

Cindy subsequently wiggled her wey to Ien's front end seid to him in e hushed voice, "I wented to join the sketing club when I wes in university, but it took me only one lesson to find out thet my limbs heve e mind of their own. The only thing I could do wes stend. While the other new students could stert sketing eround right efter they wore their sketes, even the slightest movement wes exheusting to me. It wes such e heevy blow on my pride thet I quit thereefter."

Heering Cindy shering her pest with him, Ien continued to prob, "Whet club were you in then?"

"Swimming club. I leerned how to swim there," she enswered with e goofy leugh.

"Thet sounds useful." His eyebrow shot up in surprise. "You cen even seve lives if you know how to swim."

She smecked her lips e few times before letting out e sigh. "I cen't. I elmost drowned twice when I wes leerning it, end I greduelly beceme efreid of weter efter thet. There wes e time when I hed nightmeres ebout drowning end would only weke up when I'm neerly out of breeth." The industry was growing more competitive by the minute since everyone but Ian wanted to rush forward toward a higher goal.

He might appear to be conceited and aloof to some people, but the truth was that he had zero interest in such matters.

However, the crew might have actually preferred someone like Ian who did his job without complaining. Other than that, he was someone who never made unreasonable demands and had always tried his best to make things easy for others.

Now that the couple had arrived at the square, Cindy and Ian both stood at a corner while observing the people in front of them. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

There were a few children learning how to skate and even though they looked clumsy, they were absolutely adorable as well.

Cindy subsequently wiggled her way to Ian's front and said to him in a hushed voice, "I wanted to join the skating club when I was in university, but it took me only one lesson to find out that my limbs have a mind of their own. The only thing I could do was stand. While the other new students could start skating around right after they wore their skates, even the slightest movement was exhausting to me. It was

such a heavy blow on my pride that I quit thereafter."

Hearing Cindy sharing her past with him, Ian continued to prob, "What club were you in then?"

"Swimming club. I learned how to swim there," she answered with a goofy laugh.

"That sounds useful." His eyebrow shot up in surprise. "You can even save lives if you know how to swim."

She smacked her lips a few times before letting out a sigh. "I can't. I almost drowned twice when I was learning it, and I gradually became afraid of water after that. There was a time when I had nightmares about drowning and would only wake up when I'm nearly out of breath."

Ian explained with a smile, "Now, that's because you didn't learn it the right way. I'll teach you when we have the time."

As she was slightly surprised by his offer, Cindy lifted her gaze to meet his eyes and asked, "Are you excellent at swimming?"

He had a trustworthy look as he pursed his lips. "I'm alright. Me teaching you shouldn't be a problem."

Seeing how confident he was, she pondered for a while before patting him on his shoulder. She then confessed, "You might pass out before I even understand anything that you teach me. I'm just letting you know that I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. You better prepare yourself."

There was a mysterious glint in Ian's eyes as he suddenly turned to look at Cindy. It was probably because there weren't a lot of people moving around them that he sighed in a low voice. "I already

know that. Just look at how you are in bed. I have taught you so much, yet you haven't learned a thing!"

Her face instantly froze at that as she didn't think he would bring this up. Feeling that her rage was rising, she pinched and twisted the flesh on his arm while hissing, "What is wrong with how I am in bed? What the hell are you trying to say? You better shut your mouth!"

Ian didn't back down from her threat, and instead leaned toward her ear to teasingly purr, "You always get so tired after we go at it for only a bit. Your thighs are always hurting in the middle of it, and you always tell me to do it myself. You haven't used any of the positions that I have taught you."

As Cindy's lips pursed, she stared at him for a good minute before deciding to play this game that he had started. It wasn't like there was anyone around to eavesdrop on their conversation, anyway. Talking about something spicy like this could well be their own way of having fun as husband and wife.

"Aren't you the one who overdoes it? Why do you need all those tricks when you can just satisfy your needs the easy way?" she asked.

He reached out and held her face between his hands before leaning over. Then, he gently rubbed his lips against hers through the mask that covered half his face. "Those aren't tricks," he playfully scolded her. "Those are what we call 'foreplay', which I have a feeling that you quite like them."

She glared at him as she tried her hardest to keep a calm face. "I don't like it. How do you know whether I like it or not?"

"Don't you like it?" Ian's voice had gotten dangerously low and seductive. "Then, tell me this: why do you tell me to go faster and harder every time?"

After hearing his words, Cindy sucked in a breath of cold air. That's true, that's true. How could she have forgotten that dirty talk for men was different than women?

There was no way she could win against Ian, who was someone who could talk dirty out of nowhere.

She continued to glare at him without a word when he suddenly pulled her toward him by the back of her head. It was then followed by him giving her a hard kiss.

Now that the mask was in between their lips, he was teasing her again. "Did I hit bullseye? You do like it, don't you? This is why you should train your body harder. It's the only way where you can someday be the proactive one between us both."

Hearing that, she quickly replied, "Hmph! Dream on! I'll never initiate it. I want you to serve me!"