"You, you bastard!" Yuan Jiang suddenly opened her watery eyes, her pupils filled with fear and grievance. Her chaste teeth bit her broken lips, and she could clearly feel his rough fingertips sliding from her neck to her earlobe, kneading it intermittently. She bit the tip of her tongue timidly and fearfully, and her soft voice was filled with tears: "Pei Zhuo, if you do this again, I will ignore you!"
"Ignore me?" The man sneered, mischievous and stingy. He pinched her waist with both hands and pushed her up on the spot: "Then do it again."
The man pressed against her back, his strong and muscular chest tightly framing the petite little fox.
"Wife, do you like it?"
"Who do you prefer as your wife?"
"Can you pay attention to me now? Wife, you smell so good..."
The man was mean and vulgar, and said with a smile: "Ah, so this is a sweet place."
"Pervert! Shameless! Slut!" The little fox cried and made a fuss, and in the end he could only sob softly.
"My wife's scolding is so nice, it feels so good, I'll scold her more."
Hot sweat dripped from Pei Zhuo's forehead down his cheeks and landed on the snow-white skin of Yuan Jiang beneath him. He was not angry at being scolded, but instead raised his lips.
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It was not until dawn that Pei Zhuo showed mercy and let Yuan Jiang go.
Yuan Jiang didn't even have the strength to speak. She fell asleep with her eyes closed. Her black hair, thick and shiny like seaweed, was wet with sweat. Her delicate and slender body was covered with kiss marks and finger marks, as if she had been severely ravaged.
Her pretty face was covered in tear marks and had a few red marks on her cheeks.
"Hiss~" Pei Zhuo touched his red and swollen face and gasped in pain. He looked at Yuan Jiang, who was curled up in a ball and sleeping soundly. His dark eyes were full of tenderness and doting. He curled his lips and chuckled softly, "Even after this, you still have the energy to hit someone?"
When the slap was too hard, Yuan Jiang cried and slapped him.
Yuan Jiang was very strong, not to mention that she used her full strength in that slap.
It was as if she wanted to slap him to death.
How could Pei Zhuo feel any pain at that time? He only felt excitement and stimulation.
In the end, it was Yuan Jiang who suffered.
Pei Zhuo's handsome face was full of satisfaction. After cleaning the room, he took out a new bed sheet from the closet to cover Yuan Jiang. The old bed sheet was no longer wearable, so he squatted by the well and washed it for more than half an hour.
"Son, didn't you just wash these sheets two days ago?" Ma Hongxia got up early and was making breakfast in the kitchen. Seeing this scene, she looked suspiciously.
Pei Zhuo paused, then said calmly, "You remembered it wrong."
"Ah? Really?" Ma Hongxia frowned and thought seriously. After racking her brains, she was sure that she had seen Pei Zhuo wash it just two days ago. But seeing Pei Zhuo's serious expression, she couldn't help but feel puzzled. Could it be that she was too old? Did she mix up the memories?
"Yes." Pei Zhuo quickened his pace in washing the sheets.
"Okay." It seems that she is really a little older. Ma Hongxia shook her head and sighed, then walked into the kitchen and picked up the spatula.
Pei Zhuo's long, thick black eyelashes trembled, and his narrow and deep eyes were filled with misty vapor. He stared at the bed sheet in his hand, and didn't know what he remembered. His lips as red as peony curled up again.
The consequence of the mischief was that Yuan Jiang ignored Pei Zhuo for half a month.
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