Chapter 21

Nammud was speechless.

"Don't worry! I'm still sick and have no energy to do what I really want to do! I can't fall asleep with you sitting beside me," Naomi said.

"But you slept so soundly earlier," Brendan replied.

"Stop arguing with me. I won't do anything; so come on up here!" Naomi promised.

After listening to Naomi's repeated assurances, Brendan slowly took off his shirt and got into bed. Since Naomi had promised Brendan she wouldn't do anything, she didn't touch him, even after he got into bed.

Unexpectedly, Brendan turned over and hugged her from behind. Naomi turned her head, puzzled. She remembered Brendan telling her not to touch him.

Naomi was about to ask Brendan when she heard him say, in his deep voice, "You've lost weight. Even your breasts have become smaller." Brendan grabbed Naomi's chest with his right hand as he spoke.

Naomi didn't push Brendan's hand away. Smiling, she said, "You seem to like big breasts. How about I get an augmentation for an F-cup? I guarantee you won't be able to grab them with only one hand."

Brendan continued to touch Naomi's chest. "I'm not interested in fake breasts."

Naomi rubbed her back against him. "I think mine will go back to their usual size after I'm discharged." In fact, Naomi had large C-cup breasts.

Holding Naomi tightly in his arms, Brendan rested his chin on her shoulder and put his face against hers. "Let's sleep."

Naomi stretched her hand backward. "With such a romantic ambiance, it would be a waste not to do anything."

Brendan held Naomi's hand. "I haven't done anything to you yet, but you can't hold my hand anymore?"

Naomi turned to look at Brendan. "How can I feel nothing with you acting like this? I'm a normal woman with needs."

"Naomi, believe it or not, I'll throw you out the window," Brendan said.

Naomi looked at Brendan suspiciously. "Brendan, why do I feel like you did this on purpose? You made my toes curl, and now I can't fall asleep."

"Sleep," Brendan ordered, holding Naomi even tighter.

After a while, Brendan was still awake, but Naomi had already started snoring, despite making a fuss just now. He lowered his eyes and looked at her. If she hadn't been sick, he might not have been able to hold himself back.

A week later, Naomi was discharged after a checkup and was deemed recovered. Brendan came to pick her up.

After returning home, showering, and changing into her usual pajamas, Naomi finally regained her strength.

"Johnson is celebrating his birthday on Saturday. He sent us the invitation yesterday," Brendan said as he came out of the bathroom and tidied his hair.

"Johnson is turning 70 this year, isn't he?" Naomi asked.

They had gone to visit Johnson Martin for his previous birthdays.

"That's right." After replying to Naomi and seeing her approach, Brendan raised his hand and touched her forehead. "Are you still not feeling well?"

Naomi wrapped her arms around Brendan's neck and raised her head. "Are you worried about me?"

Brendan held her small waist. "Don't you like that?"

"Of course," Naomi smiled even more happily. "I love it." She then stood on her toes and kissed Brendan's lips.

They had gotten along well the past few days, and Naomi had been considering becoming intimate while the atmosphere was so good.

Brendan didn't push her away. He slightly tightened his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

Naomi let out a moan when she touched Brendan. She sounded quite passionate.

Chapter 22