"Uncle... thank you... thank you for saving my mother and me... thank you for giving us food..." Melisa leaned her head on Yasin's arm, blinking her charming big eyes at him, and spoke gratefully.
"It's just a small favor. Now that I've met you, uncle will naturally help you."
Yasin rubbed Melisa's little head, then turned to look at Gabrielle, who was busy in the kitchen, wondering whether he should seduce her.
If Gabrielle still refused to surrender, they would have to endure hunger for a few more days.
If it really didn't work...
Yasin reached into his pocket and touched the flibanserin inside.
If all else failed, he would drug Gabrielle with flibanserin tonight, sneak back in the evening, and take her first.
Looking at Gabrielle's voluptuous and proud figure, Yasin grew increasingly greedy—especially the pair of enormous breasts on her chest, which fulfilled all his fantasies about big-breasted women from his past life.
