"Damn, Luke Land, threatening a woman? What kind of man are you?"
"I just want to do it once with my woman, is that so wrong?" Luke Land was shameless.
Never mind, never mind, with Luke Land, comparing skin thickness is futile; you'll never be as thick-skinned as he is.
Seeing that Eva Miller hadn't reacted for a long time, Luke Land spoke again, "Dad, Eva she..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt something damp and soft covering his lips. Eva Miller closed her eyes, using a kiss to stop the words he was about to say.
Luke Land tossed the phone aside, grabbed Eva Miller's head, and kissed back, taking charge.
On the other end of the line was Father Miller's slightly hurried voice.
"Luke, what's going on? I can't hear clearly." Father Miller muttered.
Luke Land briefly moved away from Eva Miller's soft lips, picked up the phone, steadied himself, and then said slowly, "Dad, it's nothing, we have guests at home, I need to entertain them first, let's chat next time."
