Nanxi kicked him and cried, and she was extremely irritable when she woke up.

"Wife, are you relieved? If you are, go to sleep. Come, let your husband hug you." Baru came closer shamelessly.

"Go away, don't get close to me."

It’s not that easy to get rid of anger.

"Wife, baby, be good. I'm hot now. If you don't believe me, feel me." He forcefully held her in his arms, close to her ear, "Your second brother is even hotter. Do you want me to warm your hands?"

"Nanxi's little resistance was just a turn on his luck, so he pulled her hand towards his lower abdomen."

"Are you shameless?"

"Why do I need a face? I want a wife."

“…”

She finally understood what it meant to be a scholar meeting a soldier. She couldn't explain herself clearly, and he was so confused that he wouldn't even listen to what she said, especially at this time.

"Nan Xiaoxi, be good. I killed someone today..."

The most primitive violence deep in the male gene was aroused, and it was not so easy to relieve the fire. The man's voice was hoarse, his eyes were red, and he looked a little scared. Nanxi's little hands grabbed the blanket,

"You...you...don't be stupid..."

"No, honey, I will be careful. My wife is not someone else's, I have to love her..." He said these insincere words, but his hands were not idle at all.

The phone on the bedside suddenly rang.

The man was on the verge of a fight, sweat all over his head. He cursed in Burmese and wanted to hang up, but when he saw that it was Wu Meng calling, he had to answer.

Nanxi thought she had escaped a disaster, and he saw the flash of luck in her eyes.

"What are you laughing at? I'll come back after I finish my call." He scratched his hair in annoyance, picked up the cigarette box and went out.