Becoming Audacious After Marriage: Madam, Please Keep a Low Profile

Before the scene was too gentle, Li Beichen took off her clothes.

Yu Xuan's chest was ups and downs severely, he gently bit, bit, and ran over her most sensitive, difficult, bearable red, forcing her to lose control.

Knee arbitrarily touched between her closed legs and rushed up.

Yu Xuan bowed back, but the big palm on top of her head arrogantly prevented her from evading.

The edges of the pants were lifted, and they were directly fastened where he wanted her.

The low voice, with sobbing, screamed in his ears from her slightly opened lips.

Enduring the crazy impulse, he stopped, bowed his head, and branded her neck with thin lips.

She trembled, like a dead leaf.

The kiss continued to her shoulders, leaving a bright red on her fair skin.

Keep going deep. Entering, rushing into the building.

Yuxuan couldn't take it anymore, and the things in his body were rising.

She dodges desperately but can't make him back a point, but enters deeper.

It seemed that there was an electric current that ran through her body.

She couldn't help but shrank, and then shrank again.

That deadly jin. shrinking almost made Li Beichen mad.

The palms clasped her waist tightly, pulled some back, and then entered fiercely!

She is about to be worn out by such a fight.

When she pulled out, she trembled violently.

The red mark on the skin was drenched in sweat.

She couldn't move a single movement, even her fingers were sore and weak.

Li Beichen endured the thin sweat on his forehead, gently rubbing her hair with his palm.

He put one hand on the bed and embraced her so as not to let her feel the pressure.

"Yuxuan..."

The muffled voice called to her, she raised her eyes only after yelling a few times, and saw his tall and tall figure in the dim light in a vague manner.

Her face was red, but she didn't have the strength to bury herself and not look at him.

Maybe she realized it, she still couldn't face him frankly, Li Beichen gracefully put on her nightgown, looked down, concealed his emotions, and slender fingers pulled the tie together.

In the shadow cast by the light, the tall and straight figure turned upside down all sentient beings, fascinating.

In the next instant, Li Beichen took the shirt from the sofa and put it on her, covering up the ambiguous and shocking mark.

"I'll take you to the bathroom." The thin lips were faintly pressed into a line, and he made a decision for himself, and said coldly, "I will go to bed after the shower."

Yuxuan squeaked vaguely and wanted to refuse, but he was already in his arms.

Under the dim pouring of the wall lamp, the red color slowly faded from Yuxuan's face, turning pale.

The fatigue that swept through the body made her consciousness blurred.

It wasn't until she was leaning against the edge of the bathtub that she slowly came to her senses, raised her head, and her long hair fell wet on her shoulders.

Looking a little lost, she stared at the ceiling of the bathroom blankly.

"Tired?" Seeing her curled up weakly, Li Beichen frowned, slightly attached himself, and closed the faucet that was almost placed.

"Um."

"Get up," Li Beichen took the bath towel and said in a low voice, "I will hold you back."

"Yeah." She faintly replied, tired and unwilling to refuse.

Slowly stood up, his fair and beautiful body was uncovered, exposed in front of him.

Quietly staring at the mark on her body, there was a moment of self-blame that obliterated his eyes

He hurt her again.

He hugged her, returned to her side, and carefully placed her on the bed.

Yuxuan rolled over slightly, too tired, and fell asleep.

Looking at her soaked long hair, Li Beichen frowned and sighed.

A few minutes later, I brought a hair dryer.

Gently embraced her waist and let her rest her head on his thigh.

Pressing the switch, but afraid of waking her up, opened the smallest gear.

The slow hot wind didn't know when it was going to blow.

How can this woman?

Crazy, he really is going crazy!

Reached out and rubbed his frowning eyebrows, trying to touch something, but to no avail.

In the end, it was a concession.

The slender and well-knotted fingers slid across her smooth hair, blowing slowly for her.