Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

After a long time, Qin Mo finally left and went to the bathroom to wash.

He is not satisfied yet, but he can't do it tonight or in the next few days.

When he opened the quilt and lay beside her, He Huan seemed to wake up for a while, and instinctively wanted to step back, but he held her waist in a low and hoarse voice, "Don't move, I won't touch you."

When I said this, I felt a bit bitter.

He lay flat and whispered: "When you are done, you can go wherever you want. There are only two. You are not allowed to meet him...and..."

His voice was lower: "And remember to go home."

He Huan's body pressed against him, lying quietly beside him, wondering if he heard it.

But he knew that she heard it.

She stayed by his side, just pretending not to hear, and always pretending not to know that he loves her.

Turning around suddenly, stretched out his hand to pull the thin body into his arms, and hugged hard.

He Huan said dumbly: "You said you don't touch me."

Qin Mo's face was buried in her neck, and her lips touched her delicate skin. He Huan ran outside all day long without taking care of it. I don't know why the skin is still so thin.

She is very good, but her body is thin and her skin is white.

Just touching it lightly like this, he also felt a little unbearable, and said in a low voice: "He Huan, I am your husband. Hugs are a common thing between husband and wife. I have gone to bed."

He Huan felt that he was completely buried in her neck and was uncomfortable. She was very hot again, so she made a profit: "I want to drink some water."

Qin Mo moved: "I will get up and help you down."

With one arm supported, he went to the living room and took a cup to pour her a cup of warm water. When he came back, he sat on the side of the bed and helped her up to feed her.

He Huan refused: "I drink it myself."

But Qin Mo insisted, so she leaned on his shoulder. As long as she looked up, she could see his beautiful chin and deep facial features. Qin Mo was a very good-looking man, with a cold, masculine and hard temperament. People are different, how did she think they looked like in the first place?

Thinking, just sip.

After drinking, Qin Mo's voice was a little hoarse: "Lie down and sleep,"

He put the cup aside, but he turned her over and touched her with his hand behind her back.

"What are you doing?" He Huan was a little frightened, panting low, and his hand was enough for him.

Qin Mo stared at her: "What do you think, I just see if you are sweating."

As he said, put down her clothes and helped her straighten her body.

Seeing her sleeping with her eyes closed, he was not sleepy anymore, wanted to smoke a cigarette but he was reluctant to leave when he looked at her sleeping face... and just passed the night like this.

At dawn, He Huan woke up, sweating.

I was also relaxed, and it felt like I was reborn.

Qin Mo was still asleep, she took advantage of this to look at him carefully, watching his eyebrows still wringing in his sleep, he is not happy, there is such a wife who runs outside all day.

He Huan smiled lightly, smiling bitterly. After that incident, she really couldn't lie on the same bed with him every night to pretend to be a loving couple. It was too much to see her once or twice a year.

He said she likes others, so be it!

He Huan sighed softly, and lightly wanted to take a shower and change his clothes, but he fell onto the bed when he moved.

Lifting his eyes, it was Qin Mo's eyes stained with ink, deep.

"This time, where do you want to go without saying goodbye?" He stared at her, his voice tense, especially the slight rolling of the Adam's apple, full of male dangerous power.