"Pei Zhuo, don't be like this..." Yuan Jiang's charming fox eyes were filled with water, and even the upturned corners of her eyes showed a light pink. She felt Pei Zhuo's strong and hard chest muscles and abdominal muscles pressed against her, and she could even vaguely feel his violently beating heart.
Pei Zhuo buried his head in Yuan Jiang's neck, which was filled with fragrance. When he got closer, a sweet scent of vanishing cream lingered around his nose. He took a deep breath, and his Adam's apple rolled heavily.
Pei Zhuo's big hands were covered with calluses from years of working in the fields. He reached through her shirt and grasped her slender waist. Feeling her smooth skin, his dark eyes turned scarlet and blurred.
His voice was hoarse, with a hint of grievance: "Wife, I feel so uncomfortable."
"I feel so miserable that I'm almost dying."
This feeling is like falling into magma.
My head was dizzy and my whole body felt uncomfortable, as if there was a ball of evil fire running rampant.
I can’t tell exactly where the pain is, but the only way to get relief is to stay close to my wife.
This wasn't the first time Pei Zhuo had felt this way. He had also felt this uncomfortable in his dream yesterday. But soon, his wife smiled and pulled him to the bedside, lowered the bed curtains, and then helped him...
Pei Zhuo wondered in his heart, if it could just be like in his dream, would he not feel uncomfortable?
"Don't be in a hurry." Yuan Jiang blinked nervously, and his breathing became rapid.
She raised her hand, and her white and smooth thumb stroked Pei Zhuo's lower lip. Her warm breath swept over his earlobe, and her sweet voice was lingering in his ears: "Pei Zhuo, you, you take off your clothes first."
"I'll teach you."
Pei Zhuo lowered his eyes, his straight black eyelashes casting tiny shadows under his eyes, then he slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Yuan Jiang's slightly parted red lips. There seemed to be a ball of fire hidden in his black pupils, passionate and alluring, making people's hearts numb and even their breathing disordered.
Pei Zhuo is different from ordinary people. People say that he was stupid because of a hit on his head and his IQ is only at that of a six-year-old, but his IQ seems to be higher than that of ordinary people. He can't understand too many calculations and strategies, and he is not good at sweet talk to please girls, but he knows what he wants and he must get it.
He listened to Yuan Jiang very much, but he also didn't listen. For example, when Yuan Jiang asked him to leave, he refused. But when Yuan Jiang asked him to take off his clothes, he immediately stood up and took off the few clothes on his body and threw them away.
"Wife, I'm taking it off." He knelt in front of Yuan Jiang, and his long arms with bulging veins tightly bound her ankles, pulling her over little by little.
Yuan Jiang's eyes were slightly red, with watery light flickering in her pupils. She stood up, opened her arms and snuggled into Pei Zhuo's arms, her fair and delicate face pressed against his chest.
"Pei Zhuo." She tilted her little face up, looking at him with those charming eyes. Her slender white fingers unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt. Her voice was delicate and a little hoarse: "Kiss me."
Pei Zhuo seemed to be bewitched and lowered his head obediently and anxiously.
"Hmm..."
Her small hand held half of his neck, and her round and tender fingertips pinched the soft flesh of Pei Zhuo's neck.
As the red bed curtain fell, the girl's clothes fell to the ground. Pei Zhuo felt that they were in the way, so he grabbed the curtain with his big, bony hand and threw it to the ground.
Her skin was translucent and white, like a peeled lychee, now with a hint of pink, and like a newly ripe peach, with an alluring color and fragrance.
"Wife, where are you..." Pei Zhuo said with some frustration.
Yuan Jiang bit her lip lightly, grabbed his wrist, and told him: "Here..."
"Wife, I found it!"
Yuan Jiang turned her head away in shame and didn't look at him.
Immediately afterwards, Yuan Jiang's face suddenly turned pale from the pain, and cold sweat broke out on her fair forehead.
Before he could react, Pei Zhuo seemed to have developed the technique himself and was able to capture it easily.
"Wife...Jiang Jiang...Yuan Zhiqing, my wife..."
The man's rapid, hoarse breathing echoed in his ears.
The size difference between the two was already huge, and Yuan Jiang had no chance to stop or accommodate him. She was like an exquisite porcelain doll, letting Pei Zhuo...
Time passed by minute by minute, Yuan Jiang's voice became extremely hoarse, and she curled up in the corner of the bed, her pretty face full of tear marks, her big watery and pitiful eyes opened, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
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