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

  Mianmian has lost his mind...

  She writhed excitedly, and Zhan Muqian was a little worried that she would knock her head if she moved too much.

   carefully covered her head with the palm of her hand, her voice blurred and confused, "You say you love me, want me, and never leave me, you swear, uncle will help you pour the juice."

  Mianmian scratched him irritably, almost scratching the skin on his chest...

  She was sobbing and crying, unbearably unbearable...

  I just feel that the fire in my body is about to burn myself to death at any time.

   She cried and complained, "Why are you so stingy? I just want you to pour a glass of juice for me. Why are you so bad and ask for so many, so please help. Hurry up, I want to drink juice..."

  Zhan Mu Qian sighed and patted her back comfortably.

The tone of    is gentle as if to coax a child.

  "But the juice is in the refrigerator. You have to walk over to get it. Uncle is tired. Only if you coax me, I have the strength to walk over and get it for you."

  Mianmian knelt on the carpet, her cheeks flushed like ripe tomatoes.

  Her eyes are full of water, and she is almost full of longing...

  She actually knows what she wants.

   is just too embarrassed, she doesn't want to say it.

  She felt that it was so hot, as long as she could drink some juice, she would be able to slow down, and she would be able to hold it back...

  Zhan Mu Qian refused to help.

  She sat on the ground with her hands and feet spread out and crying.

  "Hurry up and get me juice, or I will be angry, you bastard, you can help me quickly..."

  Zhan Muqian still said in that light tone, "First you say you love me, do you love me, Mianmian?"

  Mianmian's brain is about to explode.

  Her current IQ is no different from that of a six or seven-year-old child.

  How can she be in the mood to think about love or not.

  She just feels hot.

  Want to drink something cold...

want to eat……

  Want to eat a man.

  A man who is strong enough to satisfy her...

  Zhan Mu Qian smiled, "The disobedient child has no juice to drink."

  Mianmian’s eyes flashed with tears, and she looked at him with big teary eyes.

  Looking at his indifferent profile, he cried a few more grievances, and then crawled onto him with his hands and feet and rubbed him around like a wounded little cat.

   "I love you, I love you, I love you, okay, can I drink juice?"

  Zhan Muqian rubbed her head with satisfaction, "Then you sit here obediently, I will help you take it, don't move, don't touch yourself, huh?"

Mianmian nodded blankly.

   eagerly waiting for him to walk to the refrigerator not far away to get a bottle of strawberry juice out.

  But after he got the strawberry juice in his hand, he didn't walk back to her for the first time.

  He didn't know where he went, and it took a while before he came back.

  Mianmian kicked his legs with anger, "What are you doing, so slow!!"

  Zhan Muqian put the juice bottle on the ground.

  A few meters away from Mianmian, Mianmian seemed to be thirsty and crazy, crawling on the ground trying to climb forward, reaching out to hook while crawling.

  Zhan Mu Qian hugged her up in his waist and pressed her firmly in his arms.

  After he got the juice just now, he brought back a set of soft rope.

  He pressed her little hot cotton body and tied her up little by little.

  It’s not very tight, but it’s very skillful. No matter how much she twists, it’s impossible for her to break free with her own strength.