Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shui Miaomiao knew that he could not get rid of it, and it would be himself who was injured.

Simply sit up.

"Can I take a shower first?" Shui Miaomiao retreated and said second.

Shen Mochen leaned over. Her hands were on both sides of her body, her eyes were flat with her, her eyes were like a torch, and her breath fell on her face.

Shui Miaomiao gave him a glance.

His expression was very unpleasant, and his eyes were like two X-rays, the feeling of wanting to master her mind.

Shui Miaomiao did not like this feeling of oppression and pushed him.

Pushed it a bit, but didn't push it.

Simply wanted to drill under his arm.

Shen Mochen twisted her eyebrows, pressed her shoulder displeasedly, kissed her lips, and pressed her body down.

"Um." Shui Miaomiao couldn't resist his strength and was forced to lie down on the bed.

Shui Miaomiao raised his eyebrows and pushed Shen Mochen away.

Shen Mochen put her hands on both sides of her body, looked down at her from a condescending position, looked at her irritability in her eyes, her mood was suppressed, and said: "Don't make trouble and twist, you don't like it now."

He is so strong, she doesn't like it either.

Shui Miaomiao was too lazy to be angry with him, "Who do you like, who is going to chant, why should you be angry with me."

Shen Mochen's eyes were gloomy, his voice was a little colder, and he ordered: "You say it again!"

"Li Ru should be happy to serve you." Shui Miaomiao said, lowering her eyes, long eyelashes covering the window of the heart, leaving a silhouette under the eyes.

Shen Mochen stared at her in silence, without speaking.

The breath he exhaled fell on her face.

The room was quiet and weird.

Shui Miaomiao looked up at Shen Mochen.

He tensed his face, still looking at her, and he couldn't see what he was thinking in his dark eyes.

"I really want to take a bath." Shui Miaomiao reminded.

"Are you jealous?" Shen Mochen suddenly asked.

Shui Miaomiao snorted without thinking, and said negatively: "Who is jealous?"

Shen Mochen lowered her head and bit her lip.

Shui Miaomiao snorted, covered her lips, and looked at him with resentment.

"Remember, I cannot do the following things with her." Shen Mochen said meaningfully.

"What?" Shui Miaomiao was confused.

Shen Mochen leaned over, kissed her lips, and big palms entered from under her skirt.

Shui Miaomiao squeezed his arm tightly, his nails pinched into his flesh, his toes stretched tightly.

This time, he was very tender and diametrically opposed to the rudeness on the beach, like a spring rain, to melt her in the earth to nourish and feed her.

Shui Miaomiao was confused.

What does Shen Mochen say about the following things that he cannot say to Li Ru?

When her thoughts were not concentrated, Shen Mochen bent her knees and kissed tightly from her calf.

Shui Miaomiao clenched the sheets tightly, and her thoughts became even more misty, and she couldn't concentrate.

Until the sheets are stained with beautiful splashes.

There is a spiritual light in her head.

The following things that Shen Mochen said are really simple and direct things.

Then he, and Li Ru, did nothing happen?

Shui Miaomiao had a strange feeling in her heart, her eyelashes flashing to Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen kissed her red lips again and closed her eyes. Her long eyelashes were like ink fans, blinking and blinking, and itchy on her face.

Shui Miaomiao felt dizzy, as if on the sea, dangling, dangling, to be submerged, subconsciously, grasping his arm tightly.

Without carefully clarifying the feelings in his heart, Shen Mochen was turned over.

She was lying on the bed, unable to focus on the pillow, and couldn't think of anything at all.