The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  Zhan Muqian did not give her any time to prepare.

  It's all by himself, so it started another round--

  Mianmian felt particularly uncomfortable.

  She bit her lip and couldn't help crying.

  Zhan Muqian leaned over to kiss her, kissed her on the cheek, and kissed her wet eyes...

  He asked in a low voice, "Why are you crying?"

  Mianmian shook her head, biting her lip for a long time.

  Zhan Muqian kept his eyes fixed on her face, and did not move away from her face.

  It took a long time before she whispered in a weak and thin tone, "Could you please be lighter, slower, please..."

  Zhan Muqian listened to her, and his movements calmed down, much gentler than at the beginning.

  But cotton is still uncomfortable.

  She is not in the mood tonight.

  This kind of thing is the unity of body and soul.

  Even if the heart is no longer in the same place, but the state must be right.

  Many times before, in fact, she and Zhan Muqian had a great time.

  Even if she hooked his neck to ask for money and tips afterwards, she didn't feel any discomfort in her heart. She just felt very happy and each took what she needed.

  Only this time, she was particularly uncomfortable.

  Even if Zhan Muqian became very gentle later, she was still uncomfortable.

  ……

  Mianmian feels that her life is dark.

  How long will this day be...

  How long will she have to entangle with Zhan Muqian.

  Even if she had saved enough money, she was afraid that Zhan Muqian would not let him go easily.

  Unless...

  Unless he really looks away, no longer force her.

  But it seems difficult.

  Mianmian subconsciously feels that his desire for control is very heavy.

  Even if she had already stated her attitude, Zhan Muqian had no intention of letting go.

  She suddenly thought, if he has a real lover, he has a new family.

  Can you let her go?

  …………

  She kept crying silently.

   Seeing her like this, Zhan Mu Qian didn't know what he was thinking about. In short, it was over.

  Mianmian leaned on his side, leaning on the pillow and weeping silently.

  Zhan Mu Qian looked at her and suddenly felt completely at a loss.

  He doesn’t know how to get along with her.

  Whether it's loving each other, or laughing and cursing, he feels very happy.

   even very happy.

   But now he doesn't know how to face such a Jiang Mianmian.

  He looked at her with both heartache and resentment.

  He wanted to hurt her again, and let her hurt with him.

   But she was reluctant to hurt her, and wanted to let her do it at will...

  In such a dilemma, life is better than death, and suffering is uncomfortable.

  ……

  She cried for a long time without stopping.

  Zhan Mu Qian got up and took a shower by herself. When she came back, she was still crying.

  He reached out and touched her teary little face.

   asked in a low voice, "Why are you crying, did you feel wronged by doing it twice with me?"

  She still didn't say a word, Quandang didn't hear her.

  Zhan Mu Qian was already angry, let alone her not talking like this.

  'S tone couldn't help but get two points harder, "Have you been crying enough? If you have an opinion, do I hurt you? Or is it uncomfortable to serve you?"

  It's okay for him not to speak.

   Saying this is tantamount to sprinkling salt on her wound.

  Mianmian has yet to develop a temperament that can be tolerated.

  She couldn't help but sat up and pushed him hard.

"What's my opinion? I don't have any! My other-mother is the female cousin you raised on the bed. It is what I should do to accompany you to bed. I just don't understand, President President, you are not with Ruan Qingtong tonight Are you together, why don't you go to her, why do you have to disturb me to sleep?!"