Having just finished showering, Huo Beixiao was only wearing a military green vest. The close-fitting vest not only outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist, but also clearly showed his solid pectoral muscles, well-defined abdominal muscles, and the smooth V-lines that disappeared into his belt.
For some reason, Jiang Qiaoqiao suddenly felt her mouth was dry, and she subconsciously swallowed.
There were still some water droplets on Huo Beixiao's wheat-colored skin that hadn't been wiped off. They rolled down his smooth skin and soaked into his military green vest, wetting his clothes.
Jiang Qiaoqiao seemed bewitched. Looking at Huo Beixiao's wheat-colored skin and firm muscles, she felt that they must be very cool and pleasant to touch.
Even more disturbingly, the lewd content of her past life—the kind of playthings those rich women indulged in—began to erode her mind.
She quickly shook her head, trying to shake off all the yellow waste.
But the next moment, her body suddenly lost its weight, and a pair of strong arms lifted her up horizontally.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her slender, fair arms instinctively wrapped around Huo Beixiao's neck.
The next instant, the man's domineering kiss pressed against her lips.
She then realized that not only was she burning up with desire, unable to shake off the wicked thoughts in her mind, but Huo Beixiao was also burning hot, probably already... unable to control himself.
Jiang Qiaoqiao seemed to realize something in an instant.
But the man's attack was too fierce, and before she could think it through, her brain was jolted by a suffocating feeling of oxygen deprivation.
Subsequently, her rationality was completely eroded, leaving only instinct.
Like a thirsty fish, she clung to the man's neck, wrapped around his narrow waist, desperately wanting more and more...
When she felt the man's passion, she felt a shiver run through her body.
My mind was somewhat out of control.
Her breathing was rapid, as if she were about to suffocate.
Huo Beixiao released her slightly swollen lips and kissed her rapidly down her fair neck.
Huo Beixiao had always thought that the little woman was fair-skinned, as fair as a finely carved piece of mutton fat jade. But when he saw the kiss marks blooming on the little woman's fair skin wherever his lips touched, he truly understood just how fair the little woman was.
An electric shock-like sensation spread throughout her body, and Jiang Qiaoqiao's soft, boneless hands became somewhat restless...
Huo Beixiao's body stiffened abruptly, his deep, unfathomable eyes fixed on Jiang Qiaoqiao, "Qiaoqiao..."
After what seemed like an eternity, the clouds finally parted and the rain stopped...
"Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry, I got you dirty." The man's deep, husky voice was full of pity and satisfaction, but Jiang Qiaoqiao was too tired to hear him clearly.
She lay limp on the bed, only vaguely aware that the man seemed to have carried her to wash.
When she woke up the next morning, she felt refreshed.
last night……
Thinking of last night, her fair face flushed red again.
They didn't actually consummate their marriage last night.
But she finally understood why those rich women she used to hang out with in her past life all had requirements when choosing men.
Jiang Qiaoqiao tried hard to control her mind and not think about the embarrassing things that happened last night.
Just as she finally managed to calm the heat on her face, Huo Beixiao came in from outside.
When Huo Beixiao saw her, his usually righteous gaze was unusually evasive, and his deep voice carried a hint of guilt, "Qiaoqiao, you're awake. Your hand... does it still hurt?"
Last night, when the little woman was half asleep, she kept complaining that her hands were sore and aching. He felt both sorry for her and guilty.
Jiang Qiaoqiao had finally managed to banish those images from her mind, and now that jerk of a man said this...
She glared at the man with some resentment, then, no longer caring about being embarrassed, she raised her hand.
That's when they realized her arms were so sore she couldn't lift them at all.
She glared at the man with even more resentment, "It's all your fault!"
Huo Beixiao was already sitting by the bed, carefully taking her arm in his hands. "Yes, yes, it's my fault, it's my fault."
"Qiaoqiao, don't move, let me rub it for you."
As he spoke, his large hand grasped her slender arm and began to knead it.
The more he rubbed her, the more guilty he felt. Last night, he had actually let Qiao Qiao use such a slender arm to give him so much time. He deserved to die!
Jiang Qiaoqiao hadn't thought about these things.
She only felt her previously sore arm instantly feel comfortable when the man's rough, large hand massaged it.
The lingering resentment in her heart dissipated, and she looked somewhat embarrassed at the man who was earnestly massaging her, apologizing, "Actually, this isn't your fault. If it weren't for those two bowls of soup Mom gave us last night..."
She knew what Lin Xiaohui's intention was.
She wanted to have a child soon so she could keep Huo Beixiao at bay.
I think most mothers these days have this kind of thought.
She added, "Don't worry, I'll talk to Mom and make sure she doesn't make this kind of thing for us anymore."
After she finished speaking, Huo Beixiao looked at her with his dark, deep eyes, "Last night... Qiao Qiao didn't like it?"
For some reason, Jiang Qiaoqiao noticed a hint of grievance in those eyes, and she turned her face away somewhat embarrassed.
Then she realized that she had lived two lifetimes, so why should she be shy about doing anything with Huo Beixiao, who was just a young girl?
So she turned to look into the man's eyes and said very seriously, "What I like is... it's a little tiring."
The mist in the man's deep black eyes dissipated, revealing a smile hidden deep within.
After the man finished massaging her, she felt that the fatigue from last night's encounter had disappeared.
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