"I know, that's why I'm feeding you," Sanford teased, chuckling in her ear.

Maggie rolled her eyes.

She was in need of food, not sex!

How could he misunderstand her like this?

Looking at the pout on her face, Sanford straightened up, pinched her chin, and helped her sit back down on the chair.

“Fine, replenish some energy first."

Of course, it wasn't that he wanted to be intimate with her non-stop.

He was just messing around with her.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly found great pleasure in teasing her.

It reminded him of his high school days, when he would see a girl sitting in the front row and have an urge to pull her hair.

Maggie breathed a sigh of relief. When she was about to say something, however, Sanford added, "We'll continue after dinner!"

Maggie's smile faded.

Was Sanford a man or a machine?

How could she comfortably have Lunch after hearing what he just said?

Seeing her sit there unhappily, Sanford asked, "Why aren't you eating? Are you waiting for me to feed you?"

Maggie stared at him for a moment, but then she nodded. "Good idea."

Sanford was stunned. He had expected her to pout or retort, not play along with him.

Letting out a sigh, Maggie said, "I want you to serve me and let me replenish my strength."

After recovering from his initial shock, Sanford couldn't help but burst out into laughter.

He clasped the back of her head and kissed her hard on her red lips.