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Hearing her warm affirmation, Ihao could not suppress the joy in his heart. He lowered his head and fiercely kissed the warm red lips, then forcefully restrained himself from touching her. It was as if he wanted to use a violent method to let the woman below him know exactly how much power she held in his heart. There are multiple locations.

Warmth took a deep breath, and the hand that held the sheet tightened until his knuckles turned white.

"You need to be gentle!" Warmth looked at him piteously.

As he looked at her pitiful appearance, his heart softened. Even though he was on intimate terms with this woman … The bed was very troublesome. In the past, when he was with other women, it was probably over now. But now … It had not yet begun. Although he felt a little embarrassed in his heart, he was very happy.

As long as the two who love each other can do this, they are probably the happiest people in the world.

Yi Hao smiled, lowered his head and gently kissed the warm lips, then slowly replied between their lips, "Fine, I'll treat you. I won't hurt you!"

This seemed to be their first time coming into contact with the real her. The two of them had calmed down without any schemes or retaliation. They were just like everyone else who loved each other, sitting and doing primitive things, yet they could make others happy.

The hand that had been holding onto the bedsheet had unknowingly climbed up Ihao's sturdy back, while her slender hands seemed to be even longer than before. His legs found their way around Ihao's waist. The two of them tightly stuck to each other.

Warmth couldn't even remember how many times he and Ihao had reached that height. Tide, how many positions did she change? She only remembered the last time she was so high. After the tide, she was so tired that her head began to grow dizzy. She looked at Ihao weakly, panting, and whispered, "I can't do it, I really can't. I'm so tired!"

Yi Hao was also breathing heavily. He casually glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already three o'clock in the morning. He felt that he should do something about it. seek. None. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, low and panting. The sound of breathing could be heard. "Good!"

However, he wasn't in a hurry to leave.

After an unknown period of time, Yi Hao finally flipped over from his warm body. The moment he fell down, he reached out his hand and pulled her tightly into his embrace, as if he was unwilling to part with her even for a second.

"Wife, I'm sorry, I've troubled you!" There was an obvious pang in his voice.

Hearing this, Warmth's little face turned slightly red, and when she thought about how she went through a huge ruckus with him, her little face turned even redder.

She had never known that doing things between a man and a woman could make people so happy and comfortable. No wonder so many men and women in the world were infatuated, or even addicted to it. Physical pleasure. In love, she now understood why they were like this.

She would probably get addicted to it if she did it with Ihao a few more times.

It was at this thought that Warmth discovered his thoughts. Dirty, she frowned with chagrin, burying her face in his arms, smelling the faint scent of his sweat and the peculiar scent of his body. She was wide awake.

Her body was still soaked with sweat, and his body was still wet. Their arms were still wet, and even though they didn't feel comfortable together, he didn't want to let this feeling of reality go away.

This at least proved that everything that had just happened was real.

Thinking of her … The beauty of her body made him take a deep breath, and the hand around her waist tightened involuntarily. He wanted her, too. He had never known a woman to taste so good.

After a while, she thought he was asleep, because they hadn't spoken since they'd stopped talking.

"Are you asleep?" Warmth asked very, very softly.

However, in the next second, Yi Hao's voice rang out, "No!"

When she saw that he wasn't asleep yet, she couldn't help but feel excited, but she couldn't help but worry a little.

"Wife, is there something you want to tell me?" Now, he wanted to know if he slept. He definitely had something to tell him.

"I have something to ask you," she said, after a moment of silence.

"What is it?" He saw that Warmth really had something to tell him, and he took it seriously.

After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and asked, "I want to ask you, will you hurt my dad?" Although she knew that this wasn't the best place to talk, she still couldn't help but want to ask.

Hearing her warm words, Yi Hao frowned. He rolled over onto his back and looked at the ceiling. After a while, he answered, "Wife, in fact, I don't know! Every time I think of the scene of my mother's tragic death, I feel terrible. I really want revenge! But, I only want to think that if I take revenge, you will hate me and be sad, and it's not like I can do anything to you! "

Hearing Ihao's words, Warmth didn't know what she was feeling. It felt like she had knocked over a jar of spices, and there were all kinds of flavors. However, there were too many flavors that mixed together, causing one's heart to feel especially uncomfortable.

In truth, she understood him. She understood how much he hated her father, how much he suffered from losing his only family, and how much he hated her …

However, her heart was also in a mess. She loved her father on the one hand, and the man she loved on the other. The feeling she had between the two of them was also unbearable.

She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, she found herself almost crying. She quickly turned her back to him so that he wouldn't find she was crying.

As for Ihao, who had always been meticulous in his thoughts, how could he not have noticed it? He hugged her from behind and buried his head in the warmth of her neck, smelling the faint scent of shampoo in her hair, and his eyes reddened.

He knew that she was at a loss and was struggling, and he also knew the sadness in her heart. He hugged her tightly, and after mulled over it for a long time, he finally said, "Wife, I've thought about it. As long as your father doesn't take the initiative to make trouble for me, I'll let him go, and not take revenge!"

"Wife, stop crying, okay?" Ihao warmed his body. She rolled over and wiped away her tears with her hand.

Warmth shook her head. Right now, her heart was in a mess. She had a premonition that the conflict between Yi Hao and Leng Kui would not end so easily. She felt that they would meet again in battle.

Thinking about how she could not be together even though she loved him, and how her heart felt warm as if something was holding her, she almost cried out in pain.

"I don't want you to give up anything because of me. If you give up, you will definitely feel bad. I don't want you to live in regret for the rest of your life!" She lowered her eyes, afraid to look at him.

"Wife, I don't want to see you sad!" Ihao held her tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear.

"But, I don't want to see your guilt and regret, and I also don't want to see you sad …" The warm voice was choked with sobs. In fact, she truly felt sorry for him from the bottom of her heart, she swore.

"Wife, if you're not Leng Kui's daughter, how nice that would be!" Ihao sounded helpless.

When Warmth heard Ihao's words, she couldn't stop herself from crying. However, she smiled and said, "If you weren't Ihao, how nice would it be!"