Koa Jackson buried his head in Mia Ginger's neck, calming his tone, and said quietly, "No need, thank you."
"..."
There was a moment of silence outside the door, "Okay. You're welcome."
"Seems like they've left." Mia relaxed her body and whispered.
Koa pressed his hand on his forehead, then turned sideways to look for his phone on the carpet, glancing at it, it was ten twenty.
The restaurant closes at eleven; they came up at nine thirty, almost an hour already, no wonder the waiters were proactively bringing fruit plates. He indeed pinched Mia's butt with a sense of absurdity.
Mia winced from the pain, smilingly probing, "Done?"
"You don't seem hungry at all."
"That's why I need you to feed me."
"Have some shame." Koa slapped her butt again, "Which girl acts like you?"
"I'm doing this to give Grandpa a surprise sooner." Mia sat up, leaning against the sofa back, watching him put on his pants, murmuring, "Do you think the baby made it through?"
Koa: "..."
