"Alright. Tell me how many you want."
As I opened my question, Erin had a dumb look on her face. It was too unexpected that she couldn't process the question quickly.
Using the time she was using to come up with an answer, I picked her up in my arms and brought her to her bed.
By the time she regained her wits, I was already on top of her, looking down at her alluring lean figure, beautifully laid down on the bed.
The scarf she was wearing has long been removed and right now and her ponytailed hair sprawled neatly beneath her. At this moment, she's like Zerina the night before, wearing only a one-piece thin nightdress that was an exact fit for her.
"… How many? I haven't thought of that yet." As if feeling my heated gaze, Erin turned her head sideways, avoiding it.