After Those Years of Misery

Pressing the answer button, I heard my mother excitedly say: "Xiao Luo, Mom bought a lot of food today, tomorrow night you and Dong Hai will go home for dinner."

"Mom! Donghai has been very busy recently." With such an atmosphere, Zilog didn't want to take the initiative to talk to Qiao Yuhuan about bringing Jiang Donghai home, and he would not agree.

"You have to eat too if you are busy!"

She wants to go home very much. She hasn't seen her parents since she had a fever last time.

If he didn't go back, his mother would be disappointed, and Zillog couldn't bear it. As soon as I was about to explain something, I saw Qiao Yushi stretch out his mobile phone in front of her, and a few words were written on the screen: "Take him back."

Looking up at him, he has retracted the phone as if nothing is going on, picking up vegetables blankly.

"Well, I will bring him back tomorrow night."

When his mother closed the thread, Zillog said softly to Qiao Yushi to thank you.

"Can't stay at your house overnight."

"Got it!"

After a meal, Qiao Yushi returned to the study without communication.

She really hopes that he will go home soon, Xueer must be looking forward to him at this time.

"Make a cup of tea!" he cried from the study.

Zillog went to make him a cup of tea and placed it in front of him. He didn't even look at her, but kept staring at the computer screen.

She stood by, waiting for him to shift his attention from work to her.

"Why didn't you go out?" An hour later, he looked up, twisted his stiff neck, and asked her.

"When are you leaving? Xueer..."

"This is my house. I can leave whenever I want. Go and put me bath water."

Take a bath? Will you stop leaving?

Even before he got married, he never stayed here overnight.

Sometimes, she thought he treated her like a scourge. Zillog was timid, and secretly longed for him to stay with him in the dark night. However, she never spoke to keep him.

Later, she slowly got used to sleeping alone. Sometimes he would come in the middle of the night, and after assaulting her, he left again, a very strange person.

"You didn't hear me?" He was a little unhappy.

Zillog didn't say anything, she already knew that resistance would only make him worse.

Go and put the bath water, test the water temperature, then turn back and knock on his door.

"Mr. Joe, the bath water is ready."

Qiao Yushi stood up and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked.

"You come and help!"

"Good!" She replied blushing, and went to the closet to get him a change of underwear and other clothes.

She really lowered her brows and pleasing her eyes, and she was 10,000 unwilling in her heart. Who asked her to be a little maid, he fulfilled her wish.

When Zilog entered the bathroom, he was already lying on his back in the bathtub.

With his eyes closed, he seemed to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by water. Hearing her footsteps, he whispered: "Pinch for me!"

What she gave him was that Xiao Yong told her that when a man is tired, a woman likes to pinch and knead him gently.

At that time, she regarded him as her future husband, even if not the man she loved, at least she was a respected man. Therefore, when helping him knead, there is always hope and tenderness in his heart.

Reluctantly stretched out his little hand and gently kneaded it on his back, but his heart was enduring the pain.

He could feel that the taste of the dishes at night was not as good as before, and now she is not as comfortable as before. It seems that many things, as long as they are not voluntary, will change their tastes.

Without saying anything, he closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

"Wipe me shower gel!" After squeezing for a long time, until her hands were sore, he issued the next command.

Zillog poured the shower gel on his hands and rubbed it, starting from his back.

When she wiped her waist, her little hands trembled a little, and she didn't dare to go down any more.

The kneading in the past was through the clothes. This was the first time she touched him like this and felt very embarrassed.

"What's the matter?" He asked softly, feeling her stop.

"No...nothing," she replied hurriedly.

"Wipe the front!"

"Oh!"

Pour some more shower gel on her hand, she turned to the front and put her small hand on his chest.

"What are you doing with your eyes closed?" he asked her hoarsely.

She recognized such a voice as a sign of his desire. Subconsciously opened his eyes and looked at him somewhere, and he stood up really mightily. This was the first time she clearly saw that even in the water, it seemed to be rushing out.

His face suddenly became extremely hot, and his heart thumped frantically. Secretly blamed myself, how could I look there, really...

Hastily put his eyes back on his chest and continued to wipe.

"Afraid?" he asked evilly, and suddenly grabbed her little hand.

"No, you let me go." She replied tremblingly, her flustered tone already betraying her.

He suddenly exerted a bit of force, and she screamed and fell into the bathtub, her upper body pressed firmly against him.

She was ashamed and embarrassed, annoyed and hated, her little hands were busy supporting his body, trying to find a new center of gravity to stand up.

His body was already in the water and slippery. She pressed it on and slid, but she pressed it back on him.

"Are you tempting me?"

"No, I'm going to put shower gel on you, let me go."

"Don't let go!" Not only didn't let go, he also stretched out a big hand around her neck, making her slightly trembling mouth forced to press against his lips.

This kissing position is unprecedented. He pressed her head tightly, ignoring her objection, his lips were rubbing her desperately, trying to wipe her out of fire.

The fire sprang up, he was about to pull her into the bathtub to evade the fire, put her mobile phone on the sink and sang a song untimely.

"Let go of me, I'll answer the phone!" She tried her best to get rid of his kiss before she could speak.

"Pick up later!"

"It's Cher!" she yelled, hating him to death.

He let go of her, she stood up, picked up the phone.

"Lolo, I'm back! I brought you a gift. Tomorrow, Mr. Qiao's birthday, I will make a rule of the day and can't see you. Let's meet the day after tomorrow, okay?" Xue'er's voice is still like that Cheerful.

"Okay!"... "I miss you, of course I miss you."

Qiao Yushi had been staring at Zellogg, his small mouth was red just after he was toasted, one by one, which attracted people to kiss.

The white skirt has just been soaked in water, and now it is attached to the body, and the alluring skin is looming...

Zilog found that he was looking at him like a hungry wolf, and turned around hurriedly to continue talking with Cheng Feixue.

"I'm so bored, today my husband is not at home, it's boring to be alone." She said.

With a sound, Qiao Yushi was dissatisfied that he could not see the wonderful scenery, and got out of the water and stepped out of the bathtub.

Zillog turned his head and saw him leaping towards him.

"What sound, Lolo?"

"Oh! I'm about to take a bath, just got in the water. See you first!" Qiao Yushi had already hugged her from his back, pressed against her, teasing her earlobes.

She said a few words quickly, and hung up in a panic.

"Luo..." Cheng Feixue seemed to want to say something, but she had no chance.

"What are you doing? Let go of me! Ah!"

He turned her abruptly and pressed her soft upper body against the sink.

Thin lips couldn't wait to find the sweetness between her lips, as if they had waited for a long time, looking forward to it, and sucked her crazy.

The washbasin was hard, and her back was very painful. Want to get up, can only rely on him. Climbing his arms around his neck, he lifted up a little with his strength, so that his back finally improved a lot.

She was quite enthusiastic, he thought to himself, and his big hand slid to the bottom of her skirt unscrupulously.

He felt as if he had been burned by fire, uncomfortably hot. Rubbing her body vigorously, as if to rub her into her body.

Pressing tightly against her, with this pressure, her back was pressed against the washbasin again.

"Hmm..." She snorted in pain.

Thinking she was comfortable hum, he kissed her more vigorously and stroked her.

"It hurts!" She finally found a chance to say it while he moved his lips away and kissed her chest.

He let go of her a bit, only to realize how uncomfortable her posture was.

A trace of guilt flashed through his eyes, and his expression changed for a moment. Immediately, she was picked up and hugged into his arms.

Before she knew what he was going to do, people had already gone into the bathtub with him.

He can't bear it anymore, can't wait. .

"Bang bang bang!" He was just about to succeed when he suddenly heard the sound of a knock on the security door.

"Come!" Zillog called.

She didn't want to make intimacy with him, but the door rang gave her a chance to escape.

"You stay here! I'm going to drive!" Is this woman crazy, seeing her disheveled appearance, if a man knocks on the door, wouldn't she be rude to her?

Qiao Yushi got up displeased, his eyebrows kept tightly twisted together.

Grabbing a bath towel and tied it around his waist, he strode out the door.

When he was out, Zilog hurriedly got out of the water, took off his drenched outfit, took the bath towel and wiped it half-dry.

When Qiao Yushi returned, she was about to sneak back into the bedroom.

"What are you running?" he asked her, pulling his face.

Of course you are going to run. If you don't run, you can do whatever you want in that place?

"Wet, a little uncomfortable." She explained.

"Then go wear a pajama!"

Uh? Did he let her go? It was unbelievable, but she didn't dare to think about it, she almost came out by stealing the door.

In the past, regardless of whether she confessed or not, she should actually like to be intimate with him.

Now he doesn't want her, is she so happy?

"Pick the sexiest nightdress and put it on and wait for me on the bed!" he added.

Zillog thought he had let her go, and when he heard the words behind him, his heart fell back to the ice cellar.

Standing in front of the closet, he picked a very old-fashioned pajama and held it in his hand, not letting him get what he wanted. If he provokes him and says that she deliberately disobeyed him, she can argue that she feels this sexy. Anyway, everyone has a different definition of sexy.

He took off his bath towels and quickly changed his pajamas back to the bedroom.

It didn't feel good to wait for someone to be overwhelmed. She only expected him to come quickly, finish quickly, and go home quickly.

Thinking that he would follow her feet into the bedroom, she lay on the bed, but after a while she heard the sound of the security door being opened, and then closed it again.

he's gone? This bastard! He wants to leave, but deliberately asks her to wait in bed. Why is he so wicked and shameless?