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Fortunately, the light in the room was off.

The weather in May was still very cold. After showering, the Old man got a paper and told her to cook it, then went to eat the supper that was sent over.

She was still in a daze, so she softly replied, "Yes."

Was it only because she was his wife?

He wanted to find out more about it. When the Little Wife's appearance became even more distinct in front of his eyes, even if he wanted to rest later on, he would not be able to come back.

Huai Qing said that the little girl was very hardworking, progress could be said to give her a whole new level of respect, Wei Minmin's class teacher had called her, implying that Wei Minmin's character was not good, and was copying others' answers.

He believed in Wei Minmin. The little girl was his wife, and the class teacher was just a passerby.

Her warm breath was on his neck, and her body was close to his, soft and warm and fragrant.

His mind was suddenly shaken as he reached out his hand to gently pinch her face.

Lowering her head, she kissed her lips precisely in the darkness, gently, softly, delicately, biting her lips, making her tongue surge.

Wei Minmin was almost suffocated from the kiss, his face was filled with warmth as she took a deep breath, extending her hand to try and push him away.

The Old man had become a werewolf.

He took her hand and put it on top of her head. He took hold of her neck with one hand and kissed her more and more deeply.

He didn't want to let go of her. The feeling of kissing her was so sweet.

His kiss held her down so that she could not cry out, but opened her mouth wide enough to force his tongue in, to take over more thoroughly.

This was a type of kiss that she had never experienced before. It scared her so much.

Strong masculinity, strong and domineering.

His heavy body pressed down on her, making her ache.

The thing between her legs that was being warmed up made her want to dodge.

He turned and turned his body, kissing her fragrant lips to the point that it was swollen. He unhappily kissed her earlobes, causing Wei Minmin to shiver continuously as his body shivered.

His hand slipped under the hem of his pajamas, and he held her soft little rabbit in his other hand.

Wei Minmin inhaled a breath of cold air, endured the strange feeling and said softly, "Gu Mojing, don't."

"You are my wife." Thus, he had an obligation to satisfy him.

"I beg of you, please don't! I'm not ready yet!" She trembled in distress, tears sliding down her cheeks, wetting the hair at the sides of her cheeks.

Weak people had to beg like this, but the master was him.

He ruthlessly bit her earlobe, "I heard that you and Sun Ninghao are still in contact."

"Chief, that's none of my business. He came up to us at lunch to talk. Chief, I swear, I didn't do anything like that."

Her voice was filled with fear.

Gu Mojing's calmness gradually returned to its original state as the flames of desire started to burn.

She got up and took a cold shower. When she got back, she only covered herself with a quilt and hid herself on the far side of the bed.

He laid down, "Wei Minmin, don't let me know about any more idle chatter."

She kept silent, her face turned inward, tears streaming down her face.

He didn't know what to cry about. Perhaps it was sadness, a fate that was left for others to control.