Sophie Foster followed Titus Zane into the master bedroom, and even though she couldn't see her face, the reluctance was evident just from her silhouette.
Titus Zane turned and sat on the edge of the bed, lifting her garment, "Go ahead, feel."
Facing Titus Zane's impatience, Sophie Foster pressed her lips together yet still walked over, her gaze fixed on the flat belly, she gently knelt in front of Titus Zane, supported her waist, and placed her ear against it...
The foolish behavior of this "artificial beauty" rendered Titus Zane speechless; at six and a half weeks, even she herself didn't feel anything, what could she possibly hear?
She turned her face to one side, a clearly exhaled breath, a sign of her impatience.
Pressing against Titus Zane's belly, Sophie Foster closed her eyes, remembering... the first thing Uncle did after returning from work was pressing against her prominently swollen belly...
