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

  He squinted his eyes, a chill in his eyes.

   "Is it disgusting? Then you drink it yourself. If you don't drink, believe it or not, I will strip you out now..."

  Mianmian was hungry for too long, and lay in bed for too long.

  At this time, it was just a little bit more, and there was no energy at all.

  She didn't have the strength to fight him, so naturally she could only be at his mercy.

  But she really didn't expect Zhan Muqian to say such a thing.

  She felt really sad and annoying, but also really ridiculous.

  Mianmian felt tired even after breathing, but she still held her mouth open.

He sneered coldly, "Take me? The President's taste is really getting heavier. I am already a dying person, and maybe I will die at any time. If you have a new birth of a female mummy, then try it. ..."

  She was just too angry, so she turned her back on her lips, but she heard the provocation and threat in Zhan Muqian's ears.

  He didn’t stop for almost half a second, reached out and reached into the hem of her loose and soft nightdress, stroking the girl’s smooth thighs——

  Mianmian has poor physical strength and is not as sensitive as before.

   But his rough fingertips were still like an electric shock, which strongly stimulated her.

  She shuddered all over, hiding her legs.

   Biting his lip, cursing in shame, "Take your dirty hands away, disgusting, Zhan Muqian, do you know how disgusting you are in my eyes..."

   is these hands.

   once wandered in her young and immature body countless times.

  Even...her body...playing with her, humiliating her.

   is also these hands.

   broke her hands alive.

   makes her feel like a waste.

  ……

  Zhan Muqian seemed to be smiling but not smiling, stretched out his hand to squeeze her chin, and playfully stroked her dry lips with his thumb.

   Then he picked her up and hugged her on his lap, letting her be held in his arms like a young child.

  He put the spoon into the soup cup, scooped the black-bone chicken soup, blew it for two seconds, and then placed it under her lips.

  Mianmian is no longer afraid of death.

  She didn’t need to fear him at all.

   She gritted her teeth, taking advantage of his defenselessness, almost exhausted all her strength, slammed her forehead against him——

  The force was so powerful that it directly hit his chest and made a muffled sound, as if it shook his internal organs.

  Zhan Muqian's face was gloomy, and his eyes were gloomy.

  The soup in the spoon was also spilled by her.

  He pressed his thin lips tightly, reached down and tore her bottom-pants——

   "You are quite strong, and you won't die for a while, don't you drink it?"

  Cotton cotton can't use both hands.

  She wailed in disintegration, like a fight between trapped beasts.

  Zhan Mu Qian's face was dark and composed, and she locked her waist tightly.

  The tone was vicious and full of warning signs.

  "Whether you want to drink or not, you have only two choices, I feed you, you drink, or I play with you and feed you at the same time... and drink soup."

  Mianmian's thin body, trembling, trembling, wet marks on her cheeks...

   [Chapter one more first, Cavinka is dead, vote for a monthly vote, I still have to make the list this month, add more tomorrow~]

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