On the soft big bed, Yuan Jiang opened her watery and bright fox eyes and looked at Pei Zhuo pitifully. Her black and thick hair was pressed down behind her like a waterfall, and a few strands of hair stuck mischievously on her slender and fair neck. Her skin was like a peeled lychee, making the finger marks, pinch marks and kiss marks on her body more obvious.
Pei Zhuo had tried to be as gentle as possible last night, but many red marks still appeared on her body.
The tea rose is so charming.
Their eyes met.
Pei Zhuo's clear eyes suddenly took on a dark color. He couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple and stared straight at Yuan Jiang: "Wife."
Yuan Jiang was too familiar with his expression. She subconsciously clutched the quilt in front of her chest, with a timid expression on her face. She bit her red and swollen lips and said, "You are not allowed to come over."
So scary!
It's scary long! It's scary long!
During this time, Yuan Jiang felt only pain and pleasure, her mind was chaotic and hot, and in the end she could not distinguish between reality and illusion. She only remembered that throughout the night, when she woke up, she saw Pei Zhuo sweating profusely, and when she fell asleep, her ears were filled with his hoarse, low, panting murmurs.
Even though she fainted, Pei Zhuo didn't stop!
Instead, he became even more excited, biting her earlobes and neck, grabbing her hands, and kept murmuring: "Wife, it feels so good..."
Yuan Jiang shrank back, her pretty fox eyes filled with grievance and fear. She shrank into the corner of the bed, lowering her eyes to avoid looking at Pei Zhuo's dazed and aggrieved look.
"Wife, did I do something wrong? Wife, what's wrong with you? Wife, please don't ignore me!" Pei Zhuo's heart collapsed. Seeing Yuan Jiang resisting him, he was anxious and at a loss. He scratched his hair, sat down on the bed, and said nervously with a pout: "Is it because of last night?"
Yuan Jiang bit her bruised lips and said nothing.
"I'm sorry, my wife. I was too wild and rude last night." Pei Zhuo's heart suddenly tightened, and he remembered Ma Hongxia's words, "That was too wild. I won't let you touch me anymore." Suddenly, the sky fell on him. He hurriedly explained incoherently, "My wife, my wife, I didn't mean it."
"I just feel so comfortable. I really like doing this with you."
"As soon as I entered, I felt you tightly wrapped around me. I really like this feeling. I want to be with you like this forever. I don't want to go out..."
As Pei Zhuo spoke, his dark pupils gradually brightened, and his expression became a little shy: "And wife, have you forgotten?"
"You clearly said you felt comfortable." Pei Zhuo looked at Yuan Jiang pitifully, then hung his head, looking dejected.
These words are straightforward, explicit, erotic and lustful.
But this person said it with a frank look on his face!
Yuan Jiang clenched her fingers, her face full of shame and anger. She gritted her teeth and turned her head to the side, her hair brushing against her cheek. When her shy and angry eyes swept across Pei Zhuo, there was a subtle hook in them, like the ripples in a pool of autumn water, gently reflected in people's hearts.
"Pei Zhuo! Don't talk nonsense!" She was so angry that she stretched out her glowing little feet to kick him.
Pei Zhuo sat blankly on the edge of the bed without moving, allowing Yuan Jiang to kick him a few times.
When Yuan Jiang lost her temper, he suddenly grabbed her slender ankles and pulled her towards him. His rough fingertips caressed her skin, and his protruding Adam's apple rolled heavily: "Wife, are you angry?"
"If you're still angry, you can still slap me, pinch me, bite me, or even pull my hair like you did last night."
A cold snort escaped Yuan Jiang's delicate lips, and she turned her head away from him.
Pei Zhuo simply pinched her waist, lifted her legs, and wrapped them around his waist.
He glanced at the bothersome bedding with disdain, grabbed it with his big hand, threw it on the bed, and then pressed Yuan Jiang into his arms.
The two bodies were pressed together tightly.
In particular,
Yuan Jiang had no covering on her body.
"What are you doing!" Yuan Jiang hugged him tightly in embarrassment, with her little face pressed against his chest, and her snow-white skin instantly turned a light pink.
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