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Jing An'an deeply regretted that she had actually believed the CD; her mouth couldn't possibly be faster than her hands!
Her teeth ached and her cheeks were numb, but he remained unmoved!
In the end, she still had to use her hands to finish the job. She'll never use her mouth again, no matter what. It's tiring and uncomfortable.
So why does he always like to do that to her...?
Although I have to admit it's very comfortable, it's also very embarrassing, okay?
"Wife, wife." Xiang Hengxi hugged her tightly, as if calling her that wasn't enough. He felt it wasn't enough to cherish her to the core. How could she be so good to him? She had said she wouldn't help him like this, but now she had taken the initiative to help him, even if it was only for a short while, but he was already very satisfied.
He knew that it was a bit of a stretch for her cherry-like lips, and he was reluctant to do it, so when she did it, his feelings were beyond words: moved.
"Stop shouting, it's so cheesy." Jing An'an blushed and turned her head away, feeling extremely embarrassed.
“But you are my wife. What else should I call you if not my wife? My darling? My baby? Honey?” Xiang Hengxi smiled and nuzzled his face against her neck.
Jing An'an felt an itch in her neck and shrank back, but couldn't get away from him, so she turned around to face him and pouted slightly: "Don't yell like that."
"Okay, wife." Xiang Hengxi noticed that her expressions were particularly rich when she looked at him now, unlike before when she looked like a little nun.
Jing An'an could only let him be; "wife" was better than the other titles.
"Wife, do you hope it's a boy or a girl?" Xiang Hengxi gently touched Jing An'an's belly, his eyes full of joy.
"Either is fine." Jing An'an didn't care. Whether it was a boy or a girl, they were her children, and she would give them all her love.
"I hope it's a boy."
"Doesn't your family prefer girls?" Jing An'an looked at him with some doubt. She thought he definitely wanted a girl.
"Isn't it said that firstborn boys are more likely to resemble their mothers and girls are more likely to resemble their fathers? So, wouldn't it be great to have a boy who is as smart as you? If it's a girl, she'll be as active as I was when I was little, which would be troublesome. As long as a little boy doesn't get hurt from falling, it's not a big deal, but raising a little girl is not easy."
“You’re favoring girls over boys. How come it’s okay if a little boy falls and gets hurt? But it’s important to care about my children.” Jing An’an pinched Xiang Hengxi.
"Okay, okay, it's all important." Xiang Hengxi held her hand tightly and gently blew on it: "Did you hurt yourself by squeezing?"
Jing An'an wouldn't feel any pain; she was pinching him, not the other way around.
But all she saw was him sucking on her fingers, gently licking them with his soft tongue.
"What are you doing?" Jing An'an's cheeks flushed red as she tried to pull her hand back; the action was so similar to what she had just done to him...
"Wife, you're blushing." Xiang Hengxi chuckled softly.
Jing An'an thought to herself: How can I not blush when you make such erotic gestures?
"Honey, don't worry, even if I castrate myself, I won't do anything to betray you." Xiang Hengxi brought the topic back to the beginning, making a very serious promise.
“I believe you.” Jing An’an placed her hand on his lips; she didn’t need him to swear.
"Actually, I don't feel anything for anyone else except you." Xiang Hengxi held her fingers and whispered in her ear, "Even my first time in a dream was with you."
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