Chapter 70 The Future Home

Joy Quinn sat on Keith Lynn's lap, was held in Keith Lynn's arms, and was stared at by seven or eight pairs of eyes, and suddenly felt ashamed. She struggled desperately to escape from Keith Lynn's arms, but Keith Lynn hugged his shoulder tightly and the other hand was still pressing on her thigh, she couldn't escape at all. "Let go!" Joy Quinn was anxious and angry. "Unless you promise me, take me to see the house now." Keith Lynn's face was very close, only four or five centimeters away from the tip of Joy Quinn's nose, and Joy Quinn could feel Keith Lynn's exhaled air on her lips. It was a mellow male hormone breath, which immediately caused a strange reaction in Joy Quinn's body, and his heart beat wildly. "Okay, I promise, let me go!" Joy Quinn's tone seemed to be begging for mercy. Keith Lynn let go of her with a big laugh, and stood up from the couch. "Let's go and see what our future home