Fu Xiaoheng's breathing stagnated slightly, his throat slowly rolling up and down, his dark eyes rolling with darkness. He grabbed Yuan Jiang's shoulders, his warm lips pressed against her earlobe: "How sad are you?"
"Hmm..." Yuan Jiang's ears felt hot. His hoarse voice slid through her body like an electric current, and her heart felt numb. Her thick, long eyelashes fluttered nervously. She raised her eyes and looked into his dark and deep eyes. She pouted and kissed his thin lips: "I'm so sad, so sad."
"Then tonight..." The dark tide rolling in Fu Xiaoheng's eyes was so terrifying that he stared at Yuan Jiang straight, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.
Yuan Jiang understood Fu Xiaoheng's hidden meaning and her ears turned red with shame. She scolded him coquettishly, "Fu Xiaoheng, you are so shameless!"
"Your head is full of crap! Can't you do anything else besides this?"
After she became pregnant, Fu Xiaoheng never touched Yuan Jiang again. He had great sexual needs, and as long as he was close to Yuan Jiang, his mind would be filled with thoughts of intimacy. During this period, he felt so uncomfortable that he went to the bathroom to satisfy himself.
Fu Xiaoheng's Adam's apple rolled and he suddenly tightened his arms. Yuan Jiang screamed and pressed her whole body against his hard chest.
What was even harder was that she clearly felt a change somewhere under her body...
"Wife, you know I can't control it." His voice was extremely hoarse.
Yuan Jiang's whole body was burning with heat, and her snow-white skin was flushed with a very light pink, like a freshly ripe and mouth-watering peach. Her watery and bright fox eyes were full of shame and anger.
"Then, what do you want to do?" Yuan Jiang clenched his fingers, lowered his eyes, and whispered in a mosquito-like voice: "No..."
She is carrying a precious and delicate little vixen in her belly.
Fu Xiaoheng's thin lips curled up into a smile, and he held her hand: "Wife, like this..."
"May I?"
"I'm fast."
Yuan Jiang's curled eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and her heart was beating so fast as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She was so embarrassed that her whole body seemed to be smoking. The blush spread from her cheeks to her neck and down. The red mole on her delicate collarbone made her look even more seductive and sexy.
She asked nervously, "How fast?"
Fu Xiaoheng chuckled softly, his rough, calloused fingertips caressing her lips nonchalantly, and he said slowly, "You'll know if you try it."
“Hmm!”
Before Yuan Jiang could open her mouth, Fu Xiaoheng suddenly and forcefully kissed her, blocking her mouth.
The kiss came with great force, with an unquestionable dominance and invasion. Fu Xiaoheng gently grasped her hand with one hand, forcefully pried her fingers apart and interlocked them with hers, while holding the back of her head with his other hand.
He drove straight in and swallowed all her sweetness into his stomach.
Yuan Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly, was slightly stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and obeyed...
The room was so quiet that only the sound of the two people's rapid breathing could be heard.
Time passed by minute by minute, and rustling sounds were heard.
About two hours later, Yuan Jiang came out of the bathroom with red eyes and an accusing look on her face. Her lips were red and swollen, shining with water, and her fingers were curled into fists.
He curled up in the quilt.
After a while, a broad and hard chest pressed against her soft back: "Are you angry?"
"You, you are lying!" Yuan Jiang bit her lips and said shyly. Her voice was soft and charming. She didn't sound angry, but more like she was acting coquettishly.
Fu Xiaoheng put his big hand around her waist, resting his palm on her slightly protruding belly, and a low, hoarse laugh escaped from his throat: "Wife, you know your husband's ability."
"Don't be angry with me."
"OK?"
Yuan Jiang snorted and ignored him.
Fu Xiaoheng didn't panic either. He nestled his head against her neck and rubbed his chin against her shoulder: "Are you still angry?"
"Then if the husband is really fast, how will he satisfy his wife in the future?"
"Wife, you..."
"Stop talking!" Yuan Jiang's face was full of shyness. She turned sideways to face Fu Xiaoheng and covered his mouth with her hand, fearing that he would say something obscene.
She glared at Fu Xiaoheng fiercely and said, "I'm sleepy, go to sleep!"
Fu Xiaoheng took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on her red palm: "Good night, my dear."
"Good night." Yuan Jiang shuddered, pulled her hand back, and snuggled into his arms, her voice muffled.
Fu Xiaoheng's lips curled slightly, a dark color flashed in his eyes, he clenched his fingers a little harder, pressed the person into his arms, and kissed her black hair gently and tenderly.
"Go to sleep."
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Su Yuyao learned from the news that Fu Ce was sentenced to death.
A complicated look gathered between her brows as she stared blankly at Fu Ce on TV, who was in a mess and had an abnormally flushed face. She felt something was wrong.
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