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

  When I saw this line, Jiang Mianmian’s face was red and hot like a ripe persimmon.

  She raised her hand and threw the paper with perverted house rules out of bed!

   "What kind of **** house rules? It's just crazy, okay, don't sign! I don't sign if I die!"

  The girl's face was tense, sulky as if there was a ball that was about to explode hidden in her belly.

  She stared, and the man pinched her chin in the next instant.

   "No sign? Just promised me, I will be obedient in the future, but in a few hours, I started to slap myself in the face?"

  Little Leopard started to push him with two paws.

  This is the room where she sleeps.

  It was late at night, the headlights were not turned on, the curtains were closed tightly, and the light of the bedside lamp was so faint and yellow...

   "I just don't sign! This family rule is not serious at all. I got into a ghost, I don't understand, Uncle Zhan, you are a leader anyway, how can you bully people!"

  The little mother leopard was clearly still struggling, but she didn’t notice it. During the struggle, her soft body was already underneath him——

  The man’s hot and ambiguous breath sprayed onto her cheeks.

His voice was hoarse, his thin lips pressed against her soft and tender cheeks, and he said every word, "On the fighter plane that night...you entangled me many times. Most of you like it. It’s as comfortable as a steal." Candy boy, except I let you kneel, you are scared... I know you are scared from... isn't it, huh?"

   "You!" Jiang Mianmian's body temperature burned to boiling point, and his cheeks were so hot that he could drip bleeding. "Stop talking! You nonsense! What I was afraid of, I have no impression of what happened that night!"

  Zhan Mu Qian had a straight face, and there was no hint of joking on his handsome face.

  A strong and dangerous male breath sprayed on her lips, "I really don’t remember all of them, eh?"

"I……"

   "Very good, I will help you to keep your memory now!"

  The soft and thin quilt guarding the chest was lifted, and the nightdress was suddenly pushed up to the waist——

  The girl under her body is completely confused, and she still remembers that she should have been a female hooligan who has been battle-tested.

  She was so hot all over her body, and the place where Zhan Muqian's palm touched it was as soft as water...

   "No, don't touch me, don't!"

  At first he was able to fight back with his hands and feet, but his soft and fragrant body lost its strength under his will.

The smile in Zhan Mu Qian's eyes grew deeper.

  He seems to like to knead Jiang Mianmian's waist.

  Her waist is thin and soft, which really makes men love it.

  Especially when she rode on him that night and twisted her waistline desperately...

  I'm really afraid that she accidentally twisted it off.

  "Cotton..."

  Jiang Mianmian's brain was half sober because of his opening.

   Suddenly realized that her nightdress had been pushed up to her chest, and Zhan Muqian’s gaze was straight down, falling on her **** with strawberries printed on them...

   "You are not allowed to watch!"

  She can't beat him, nor can she fight him.

  His handsome face was close at hand, Mianmian's two small hands suddenly covered his eyes.

  "Don’t watch, don’t watch..."

Although    was covering his sight, Mianmian himself was too ashamed to look directly at the current scene.

  She failed to see the more wanton curvature of the corners of the man’s lips.

  ……

  After marriage, this little thing's green response was beyond Zhan Chief's expectation.

  I thought she was really bold, but she was still a shy girl in her bones...

  Her fierce resistance did not offend him, but rather pleased him from the bottom of his heart.

  "Good cotton, cotton, or not?"