Volume 1 Chapter 7 Collect every hair that Guaibao loses
Wow.
You are awesome.
The measurement is very accurate.
Then what?
Will you let me go just because you guessed right?
Wen Suhe's hand was on her lips, but she didn't dare to purse her lips for fear of making Wen Suhe feel good.
"My dear, can you tell me how you answered her?" Wen Suhe put his arms around her waist and held her soft body in his arms.
Qiao Yin replied softly, "Tell the truth. We can't hide it from our elders. We'll know if we do a little research on this."
Wen Suhe ruffled her hair, "Did you tell me the truth, sweetie?"
The bright light in the bathroom fell on Wen Suhe's handsome and delicate face. He seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were cold.
Qiao Yin began to struggle and pushed him hard.
The difference in body shape and height combined makes Qiao Yin, who is 167 cm tall, look petite in front of Wen Suhe, who is 186 cm tall.
No matter how she struggled, Wen Suhe remained motionless.
His strong arms were wrapped around her waist, as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood.
Qiao Yin was tired and gave up struggling. She raised her head and looked at him with her charming eyes. "Wen Suhe, do I still have privacy in front of you? There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the house, and someone will report to you wherever I go. I feel like I am naked in front of you. I have no dignity at all."
When they first got married, Qiao Yin would resist him with pitiful eyes, saying no, don't, no way, can't, and don't want to.
The most common word that came out of her mouth was rejection.
Tonight I was bold enough to criticize him harshly.
Wen Suhe wouldn't believe it if her mother didn't say anything to her.
That's why he didn't want the two of them to meet.
His mother loved to run away from home.
Don't teach the good boy bad things.
"Baby, you haven't taken off all your clothes yet..."
Qiao Yin: “…”
It feels like punching cotton.
Wen Suhe's fingers wandered on her back, "Hubby will help you take it off."
After all, Wen Suhe didn't want to listen to what she said at all. He just wanted to take a bath with her tonight and then bully her in the bathroom.
The scene in the bathroom before was too embarrassing, and Qiao Yin didn't want to back down.
"don't want!"
The zipper of her skirt was on the back, and she said no. Wen Suhe's fingers touched the zipper and slowly pulled it down. His handsome face came close and pressed against her forehead.
"My dear, why not?"
A low, seductive voice entered Qiao Yin's ears, and her heart trembled slightly, her mind in a mess.
"My dear, why don't you want to take a bath with your husband? Your husband really wants to take a bath with you!"
He said some bewitching words, then took her earlobe in his mouth, licked it a few times, and moved to her neck.
The scalding heat fell on the skin wantonly, and the tingling and numb touch accompanied by heavy breathing increased the desire and penetrated into the bones.
Qiao Yin is going crazy!
The little face was buried in Wen Suhe's chest, and she moaned like a little animal, "Stop, it's itchy~"
She still couldn't stand Wen Suhe's sudden intimacy.
"Where does it itch?"
"Ear, ear."
"What else?"
"neck."
Wen Suhe seemed dissatisfied with her answer. He placed his hot palm on her back and swam down eagerly, "My dear, what else?"
Enough!
Enough!
Qiao Yin tilted her head back, panting and pushing his arm, "Hubby, stop touching me."
"Why can't I touch it?"
There are not so many whys!
When Wen Suhe got close to her, it was as if he had skin hunger. He had to stick to her, even if it was just to hook her little finger, he wanted their skin to touch.
Qiao Yin once suspected that Wen Suhe had some mental illness.
"I'm going to take a shower."
"I said together."
"I don't want to!" Qiao Yin insisted, "I was too rough last night, and it doesn't feel good there."
"My dear, I will take a bath with you and check if you have recovered."
Qiao Yin: “…”
Destroy it!
Qiao Yin was still carried into the bathroom by Wen Suhe and underwent a careful and intimate examination.
He came out of the bathroom an hour later.
Qiao Yin lay on the bed with his back facing Wen Suhe, cursing in his heart.
asshole!
rogue!
If men’s words can be trusted, even sows can climb trees!
Ahhhhh!
Wen Suhe came up from behind again and kissed her back, "Good night, dear."
In the past, Qiao Yin would always reply with a "good night" obediently, but tonight she didn't want to talk.
Maybe it was because he listened to Su Zengrou's 99 ways of escape too many times before going to bed, which led to Qiao Yin having a nightmare about running away from home and being caught at night.
In the dream, Wen Suhe tied her wrists with a tie, pinched her neck hard, pushed her against the wall, and kissed her harshly and forcefully until her lips were bitten and bright red blood came out of her lips. Only then did he stop.
"Qiao Yin, your father sold you to me, so you are mine."
"My dear, I'm so good to you, how could you run away?"
"Can you sleep at night without me by your side?"
"My dear, your legs are so beautiful, don't be upset, I want to keep these legs to hold my waist..."
"My dear, come home with me."
"When we get home, I'll tie you up with a golden chain and tell you not to go anywhere. We'll be buried in the same cemetery until we die of old age."
"You are my person in life and my ghost in death."
In the dream, Wen Suhe kissed her again regardless of the blood on her mouth.
Qiao Yin felt the pain of suffocation and struggled to wake up from the nightmare.
It's dawn.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
Sometimes Qiao Yin really didn’t understand why Wen Suhe was so sensitive to her emotions when they had only been together for a month.
But what is this dog man doing?
Wen Suhe held her hair in his hand.
Where did it come from?
"No." Qiao Yin didn't want to tell him what happened in his dream.
Wen Suhe might let her act once.
It’s scary to think about it.
Wen Suhe picked up another long hair from the bed, rubbed it together with the previous two hairs, and solemnly wrapped it together with a piece of tissue.
Qiao Yin: “!!!”
Oh my god.
What is Wen Suhe doing?
Married as husband and wife, loving each other without a doubt?
What about feudal superstition?
Wen Suhe held Qiao Yin's hair and said, "Guaibao, collect all your hair. When you are old, you can use your own hair to make a wig. How about that?"
hehe.
Do you want me to praise you for being so thoughtful?
Deep well ice!
She won't be bald when she gets old.
Qiao Yin was unhappy, "Not very good, my hair is white when I'm old, this is black, others can tell it's a wig at a glance."
"Dye white?"
Wen Suhe's brain circuit is abnormal.
"Whatever you do, just don't curse me." Qiao Yin thought about the movies he had watched.
Cursing with hair or something.
Wen Suhe didn't think there was anything wrong. "Of course I won't curse you, my dear. I just want to collect the hair that fell from your body."
This possessiveness is so terrifying.
Qiao Yin quickly got out of bed, rushed into the bathroom and hid.
She sat on the toilet and sighed. She only now realized that Wen Suhe had even collected her hair.
Does he want all the ones on the bed or those that fell on the ground?
Too perverted.
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Mom, save me!
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