"You really want me to help you?" Jiang's long, white fingers grasped Bo Heng's black tie and pulled it hard. Warm and sweet breath sprayed between Bo Heng's nostrils. She nodded slightly, and the tip of her upturned nose seemed to lightly brush across his sharp jaw.
The soft voice carries a hint of tenderness and charm, and the deliberately lowered voice has a sexy hoarseness.
They haven't been intimate for a long time since she got pregnant.
Bo Heng's dark eyes gradually turned crimson. He slowly buried his face in her delicate, fragrant neck and sniffed gently. With every breath, the bewitching fragrance became stronger, like a cluster of fire rushing through his heart.
He couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart and pressed her thin back.
The two of them pressed tightly together, inseparable.
"Wife, don't seduce me." His voice was hoarse and low to the extreme.
Ye Jiang blinked her innocent eyes, wrapped her fair arms around Bo Heng's neck, pouted her pink lips, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "How could I seduce you? It was obviously you who couldn't resist."
"Besides, you haven't slept with me in a long time." Her eyelashes drooped as she whispered her dissatisfaction.
What Jiang said was a bit exaggerated. In fact, it was only a week. During the week after the death of Bo Xiaozhuo and Chen Zhuyun, Bo Heng was depressed.
The shadows cast on him by Chen Zhuyun and Bo Xiaozhuo did not disappear with their deaths, but became even more intense.
Bo Heng's eyes dimmed slightly, and a complex expression flashed across his eyes: "Sorry."
He simply couldn't sleep. As soon as he fell asleep, he would dream of the dirty and shameful things in the past. Occasionally, he would dream of Shen Zhuyun falling with his face covered in blood, gritting his teeth and demanding, "Why did you tell Bo Xiaozhuo! You killed me!"
Bo Heng's eyelashes trembled as he gently closed his eyes.
"Old Master, can you tell me what makes you uneasy?" Yu Jiang's warm fingertips gently stroked the corners of Bo Heng's scarlet eyes. His voice was light and gentle, like a warm current, penetrating into Bo Heng's cold and frightened heart from all directions.
Bo Heng shuddered all over, without saying a word, an expression of struggle emerging on his handsome and delicate face.
Ye Jiang didn't press the issue, but gently unbuttoned his tie and buttons, and took off his wet clothes. She gently poked his heart with her fingertips and looked at him eagerly with her beautiful eyes: "Go in and take a bath."
Bo Heng slowly raised his eyelashes and stared intently at the exquisite and beautiful face in front of him. After making sure that there was no trace of impatience or boredom on her face, the corners of his thin lips rose slightly and he obediently entered the bathtub.
Bo Jiang moved a small stool and sat next to the bathtub, gently massaging his temples. Her charming voice was like a spider web, tightly wrapping around Bo Heng.
"Old man, are you going to tell me?"
She asked Bo Heng in a voice so soft and gentle, without a hint of coercion, she simply asked him if he wanted to tell her.
Do you want to tell her?
Bo Heng's dark eyes flashed with complexity and embarrassment. The things lurking deep inside were so unbearable to look at. Bo Xiaozhuo was a pervert, and Shen Zhuyun was not much worse, but he was not a human either.
The first time he saw 㨾姜, he wanted her.
He is the same type of person as his father.
The mother hates her father so much that she is willing to cheat on him. What about Jiang?
No, 㨾 Jiang is different. 㨾 Jiang loves him. 㨾 Jiang loves him the most.
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