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

  He was taken aback by the cotton blanket.

  She has only just begun to touch this kind of thing.

  Connecting to him is just getting started.

  How could he accept his rude treatment again?

  She shrank her shoulders subconsciously and stepped away from the area in front of his chest.

  The cheek was a little hot, "I, I didn't notice that you drank alcohol, no wonder your mouth... is so bitter!"

  Zhan Mu Qian likes her timid appearance most.

   Besides, he is really a bit drunk.

His brain was hot, and suddenly he squeezed Mianmian’s little hand and coaxed and said, “I look at you very depressed. As your husband, it’s really not right for you to be depressed when you... I regret it now, okay from now..."

  Mianmian was so scared that she put her other hand on his chest and shook her head, "Don’t don’t! Don’t! You are drinking too much, I can smell alcohol now, it smells so stinky, go to sleep..."

  She pushed him with carelessness, kind of wanting to get out of bed and walk away.

  But Zhan Muqian obviously didn't intend to let her go, and grabbed one of her hands to prevent her from getting out of bed.

Mianmian frowned, "You, do you want to sleep..."

  Man’s bones are probably all the same bad.

  Even if you are well-dressed in the daytime, there are countless evil tastes hidden in my heart...

  He twisted Mianmian’s wrist and pressed her under his body, holding her in a circle with two elbows.

  Mianmian clearly smelled the strong smell of foreign wine in his nose...

  She was a little more sober in her mind, and she refused, "I don't want to anymore, I want to sleep, you go down!"

  However, Zhan Muqian is like a delusion...

  Not only did she not let go, she became more enthusiastic, leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose and cheek, and gradually slipped off her collarbone...

  . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

  Mianmian is still new to these things.

  Although she did not have the right to refuse, it was not that she did not refuse him.

  In the final analysis, whether it’s the point-to-stop it has been in the past few months...

   or deep gun live ammunition.

  She mostly obeyed him, he was like a gentle and patient teacher, inducing her to teach her little by little...

  As long as he doesn't stop, Mianmian's body will soften again and again, but he is still at a loss.

  Zhan Mu Qian stopped, panting.

  His dark eyes stared at Mianmian's panicked big eyes.

  Can't tell if it is teasing or coaxing...

  "Little boy, let me try..."

  Mianmian found out that he was really drunk! ! ! !

  She was so scared that her eyes were red, "No, Zhan Muqian, I don't want to do it with you, I don't want to be rough, and I don't want to be gentle, you go down quickly, I'm going to be angry!"

  She was really scared by him.

  Especially what he said just now that drinking too much would be rougher, and he also said that he could not restrain himself...

  If a man doesn’t restrain herself well in this kind of thing, wouldn’t she be sent to the hospital like Qiqi? !

  She couldn't even think about it, she was really scared to cry by Zhan Muqian.

  Zhan Mu Qian squinted his eyes, his eyes were drunk.

  Long fingers hooked her soft chin and coaxed, "Then you...don't you want to?"

"No! Don't don't! Zhan Muqian, don't bully me. It seems that what people have said before is correct. A man will not cherish it if he gets it. You are not good to me at all, you don't listen to me. of……"

  He chuckled softly, "Don’t dare, how can I not listen to my wife?"

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