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

  The smile in Zhan Muqian's eyes became softer. He suddenly grabbed her little hand and kissed his lips, "Not in the car...Is it all right to go back to the bedroom?"

  Mianmianbai’s face burned red with a brush...

  She bit her lip and cursed him viciously in her heart.

  Old driver!

Stinking rogue!

  Big metamorphosis!

  Regardless of whether he is really drunk or pretending to be drunk, in short, when he sees that he is full of brains, it's just that he hasn't run away!

  I don't know if his tone is too playful, or because the smile in his eyes is too gentle.

  The panic and fear in Mianmian’s heart dissipated...

  She gradually calmed down, even if she was pressed by him, even if she knew that she was not his opponent at all with her own strength.

  But she was no longer so flustered and helpless in her heart.

  She sullen her face and said coldly, "You can try it, if you dare to force me...I will click you..., so that you can never do bad things again! And you can never pass on from generation to generation!"

  Mianmian's threat was sternly glanced, not joking at all.

  Zhan Mu Qian was viciously threatened by the little woman under him.

  A little bit of irritation on the slightly drunk handsome face can’t be seen...

  He is still the little hand holding the cotton, and kisses and kisses affectionately.

  The meaning of love and compassion is written in the eyes, there is no way to conceal it, and I do not intend to conceal it.

  He laughed lowly, "Xiao Mianmian, are you so cruel to me? Do you really have the heart to treat me so..."

  Mianmian stared, "Of course! I have nothing to bear, and I don’t have that. I don’t understand the pain of you hooligans!"

  The man couldn't laugh or cry, and suddenly kissed her on the cheek again.

  The more he kisses the cotton quilt, the more annoyed he gets, but there is no way to resist him...

  He is so strong, and he suppresses her with his whole body.

  She can resist only when there is a ghost.

  He kissed for a while, then leaned over and stroked her blushing lips with his lips.

   suddenly whispered, "Don’t bite your lips anymore, bite me when you feel uncomfortable..."

  Mianmian didn't understand the deep meaning of his words and stared at him confusedly.

  Zhan Muqian remembered that night.

  She cried and said not to.

   Shouting hurts.

  He was influenced by his emotions at first, so he can't wait to...

  But she bit her lips a little bit.

   dripped with bloodshot eyes, it looked very pitiful.

  He couldn't help but watch her in pain anyway.

   So she finished it hastily, but she was still so angry that she wanted to kill him.

  She bit her lip when she was uncomfortable...

  I bit my lips when I was wronged...

  I prefer to bite my lip when I am nervous and shy...

  But God knows.

  What does she look like while biting her red lips! Lure! people!

  He can explode with just a glance!

  Especially she bit her lip while begging for mercy...

  He is almost a fire and ice, I really don’t know whether to pity her for suppressing herself, or to tear her apart...

  ……

  The cotton quilt kissed his cheeks warm.

  The body has gradually softened...

  Aunt Qiao was afraid that she would catch the wind and cold when she went downstairs in the middle of the night, so she wrapped her in a thick nightgown.

  At this time, her whole body became hot.

  She stared, and threatened again fiercely, "You are not allowed to kiss me! Zhan Muqian, you kiss me again, I click you!"

  The man squinted his eyes, hugged her out of the car, and strode upstairs.

   said as he walked, "If there is a kind, just...cut me off."

  …………

  He carried the cotton quilt all the way upstairs, and when she passed the door of her room, she yelled furiously.

   "Let me go down, Zhan Muqian, I don't think you drank much at all, you just pretended it!"