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

  It was as terrible as an explosion in her mind.

  Not sure about what Zhan Muqian called disinfection.

  Is it really for cleanliness...

  He still believes that she and Bae Joon did it...

  ……

  If it's the latter, Jiang Xi didn't think that he would face this kind of moment after all.

  It's just that she is not mentally prepared yet.

  After all, she and Bae Jun... nothing happened yet.

  ……

  After all, this night is still a torment.

  But this suffering is mixed with a lot of painful enjoyment.

  Zhan Muqian kissed her all over her body.

  Mianmian’s body...

  He is so familiar.

  He knows very well what way Mianmian is most sensitive to, and the reaction will be the most intense.

  And Jiang Xi has no ability to control this body...

  She could only let Zhan Muqian play around.

   is like playing with your beloved toy.

   is full of love, but very possessive.

  …………

  Jiang Xi was wearing a skirt with fringed all over her body. When she moved slightly, she could see everything, as if she hadn't worn anything.

  It is this kind of clothes that want to cover up, especially can arouse men's lack of hope.

   is more exciting than wearing nothing.

  Jiang Xi didn’t know how old his mental age was.

  But she is sure that she is more mature than Miaoyu, and has a much stronger psychological endurance than Mianmian.

  If this is the time she and Zhan Muqian both closed the door and hid in the room.

   Then even if he does it again, she can bear it.

  As long as Zhan Muqian vents and he feels happy, she can endure it.

  But the place at this moment is the lobby on the first floor of the Presidential Palace.

  On the sofa in the middle of the hall.

   Brightly lit.

  Jiang Xi is really afraid that an unknown servant might come downstairs at any time.

  After all, there are many servants in the Presidential Palace, and there may be dozens of them from top to bottom.

  Who knows if there will be accidents.

  After all, no one would have expected that your Excellency the President would come here to find pleasure with his own woman in the middle of the night.

  ……

  Jiang Xi dare not make a sound in such a place.

  Even the begging is to keep the voice as low as possible.

  But she can't control Zhan Muqian.

  Zhan Muqian has been coaxing her to yell out.

  She bit her lip and forbeared her.

  He just got worse.

  Jiang Xi feels that his body is becoming more and more out of control.

  It was like being tuned under him with his hands and lips and teeth-taught to become an extremely lustful woman...

   Once she screamed, she couldn't stand it anymore.

  She can't restrain herself.

  Zhan Muqian is on the rise.

  The result is that she listened to her lewd voices one after another in the huge hall.

  She couldn't help crying and begging him: "Mu Qian, shall we go back to the room, please stop first, let's go back to the room, please..."

  Zhan Mu Qian stopped to respond to her after a long while.

  His deep eyes looked into her Shui Dangdang eyes.

   calmly and indifferently said: "The Presidential Palace is our home. It is our own home-do we need to choose a place for the house? Besides, you grew up here. You should be very kind to everything here."

   Jiang Xi bit her lip, her body trembling uncontrollably.

  She was afraid that a servant would pass by and see her now in a state of lewdness.

  I am even more afraid that Zhan Mu Qian will make more excessive moves here...

  After all, until now, he hasn’t really started doing it...

  She has red eyes, and her weak little hand carefully grasped his wrist.

"But here... it's always a public place. I'm afraid that there will be servants going downstairs. I'm really afraid, Mu Qian, I don't want others to see me like this. Please, give your wife a little dignity, OK? ..."