Doesn’t that old-fashioned Xie Zheng hate this kind of books?
Think it is not serious.
When they first got married, Xie Zheng confiscated many of her novels for this reason.
What? Now you don't think these books are serious?
Wang Cuilan complained in her heart, and looked straight at the man.
Xie Zheng felt uncomfortable for a moment, but soon realized that he wouldn't be noticed if he didn't pay attention.
The man quickly took off his clothes and got on the bed, lying next to Wang Cuilan, pretending to be indifferent.
"I took it from a few guys during a dormitory inspection a while ago. I had been putting it in the corner of the study and had almost forgotten about it. I only found it when I was looking for the book for you just now."
Wang Cuilan’s own book is still on the way and has not arrived yet.
Most of Xie Zheng's books were related to military affairs. Wang Cuilan didn't understand them and wasn't interested in them. The only books she could read were those on geography and customs.
Xie Zheng had wanted to get her a book about local customs from the beginning, but somehow, as if possessed by some unknown force, he ended up taking the novels he had confiscated from the little bastards.
"Oh, is that so?"
Wang Cuilan responded casually and didn't take it to heart.
Naturally, she found a comfortable position in the man's arms and asked him, "Do you want to sleep first or read a novel with me?"
When Wang Cuilan asked this question, she did not expect to get a positive answer from the man.
In Wang Cuilan's mind, an old-fashioned person is just an old-fashioned person. Even if Xie Zheng doesn't restrict her from reading this kind of love novels for some reason, that's all.
Xie Zheng himself would definitely not watch it.
But obviously, Xie Zheng today was a little unexpected.
"Together."
"Oh, sure!"
Wang Cuilan looked at Xie Zheng several times and always felt that something was wrong with Xie Zheng today.
But she couldn't tell what was wrong, so she just suppressed the strange feeling in her heart.
until......
The novel that Xie Zheng showed Wang Cuilan was written by a famous writer from Hong Kong.
The writing style, storyline, and character creation are impeccable.
Wang Cuilan was immediately attracted by it.
As she watched, she realized something was wrong.
The story is good, but isn’t the author... a little too bold in his writing?
Especially when writing certain plots, the whole place is filled with the aroma of meat!
Wang Cuilan: ...
Thinking that the man was unusually willing to accompany her to read novels, Wang Cuilan felt that she vaguely knew his purpose.
Sure enough, the man's next words confirmed her guess.
"Wife, I think the position described in the book is good. It can easily make both of us feel happy. Why don't we try it?"
Xie Zheng leaned over at some point, his breath spraying on Wang Cuilan's neck and shoulders.
His lips kissed Wang Cuilan's ears again and again.
His hands were also not honest, and had already climbed from the hem of the clothes to the fullness above.
Kneading.
"How about this, baby?" he asked Wang Cuilan for her opinion.
What? It's already like this, and she still has room to say no?
Besides, why would she say no?
She enjoys it too, doesn't she?
But, doesn’t it say to follow the posture in the book?
You must keep your word and it is wrong to act without permission.
He closed the book, turned over, hooked his arms around the person's neck, and kissed him.
Warmth raid.
The man groaned, and then his eyes became brighter and brighter...
After making a fuss for several hours, Wang Cuilan finally couldn't bear the sleepiness and fell asleep.
When I woke up again it was already the next morning.
Aunt Zhou and the children were not at home, and Xie Zheng was the only one at home. When he saw her wake up, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Wife, you must be hungry. Wait for me to serve you some food right away."
With its eyes wide open and its bouncing appearance, it really looks like a big, well-fed dog.
Isn't it enough to eat and drink?
Last night he was learning to use his mouth...
Thinking about what happened last night, Wang Cuilan's face turned red.
As if to cover up, she coughed lightly, "Where are the children? Why can't I see them?"
"Looking for their friends who used to play here."
Afraid that Wang Cuilan would be worried about the children's safety, Xie Zheng comforted her, "Don't worry, Aunt Zhou is following, there won't be any danger."
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