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"Again!" The little girl covered her chest with one hand and looked at the man's hand seriously, "I don't believe that I won't win tonight!"

This scene caused Mr. Qi's face to turn red with anger. His thoughts had long been blown away. He looked directly at her and said, "Wife, I admit defeat."

The kiss was like a step on the edge of a cliff.

She clung to his body, and a soft sound escaped from the corner of her mouth. Kiss, inch by inch, stopped at the collarbone position, twisting and turning. Who would have thought that the proud and pampered woman at this critical moment would forcefully grab his hand and say, "I want to dance! You didn't dance with me that year at the graduation party! "

When the graduation party was held, he had gone abroad, so naturally he could not dance with her. The young woman's persistence and stubbornness were unable to resist the primal energy within her body. He gripped the woman's waist and used some strength to press her closer to him.

The petite, arrogant woman who drank too much, unhappily took something and put it over his head. She even said with reason: "I just want to dance! Dance with me! I will dance tango, waltz, samba! "

Mr. Qi reached out to grab the thing over his head. The soft sponge cushion, the circular shape, it felt very good.

He tore off the thing that was draped over his head. The thing that was difficult to describe was the black, sexy and underwear that he had taken off the woman's body with his own hands!

After drinking too much, he covered the top of his head with his underwear and asked her with a pair of deep eyes, "How do I jump? Do you want to dance like this? "

"Hahahaha!" The woman laughed out loud. She reached out her hand to flick the man's black underwear that was held above his head. "My husband is so handsome!"

I like hearing Madame speak the truth the most!

He proudly shook the thing above his head, looking like a Mickey Mouse.

"Hubby, that's not how you wear it!" The woman took off her underwear from his head and then patted his chest: "Husband's good nature!"

"Fasten it!" She smiled at the man and made a backhand gesture with her hands on her body.

The man moved his hands behind his back in a daze. He had touched the buckle, but it took him a long time to recover.

"Aiya, how stupid!" The woman turned her underwear around and moved the buckle to the front. Then she patted his head and said, "Brother Qi, be good. If you buckle it up, we'll wear small umbrellas."

The Mr. Qi was going against this thing in front of his chest! If it was something that could be undone with one hand, he didn't believe that he wouldn't be able to do it with both hands!

However!

In the end, he had overestimated his own ability.

He fiddled around for a long time, but still couldn't get his finger on it.

The woman in front of him was already shaking from her laughter. She pointed at him without any hesitation and asked, "Qi gege, you're so dumb. What's your relationship with pigs?"

He raised his eyes to look at the young woman and quietly replied, "It's a relationship between husband and wife."

"Haha, no wonder you're so stupid …"

Mr. Qi was a person who could instantly kill Miss Wen even when he was drunk. It was just that Miss Wen could not react in time. She was in the mood to watch her husband and her underwear engage in a three-hundred-round battle when she saw her husband's anger. He had used too much strength and pulled the inner button from both sides to the middle, breaking it!

"Hmph, you know it's hard on a woman, right?"

"Thank you."

"Do you know that it is difficult for women?"

"Will you bully me in the future?"

"No need." After he obediently admitted his wrongs, he raised his head and said seriously, "Husband will buy you a new one. I'll buy a lot!"

"I want red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, cyan, cyan, blue, purple!"

"Then do we still need a husband?" The man asked in a wronged manner.

She gave it some serious thought and finally smiled like a child as she nodded her head. "Yes."

She took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and completely pressing him down on the mattress. Her tender lips were like cherry petals as they covered his. His restless little hand gently rested on the back of his head, and his fingers slipped through the thick black hair.

His large hands probed down from her butterfly bone step by step, his slender fingers touching her waist, causing her to involuntarily tense up. Her reason caused her to let go, but he changed directions gently, as if he had expected it.

Her warm body turned into a soft quilt, gently protecting her skin like a feather. The color in his eyes deepened as his thin and cold lips moved downwards inch by inch along her lips. It was a kiss that was sometimes light and sometimes heavy. It was unknown if it was done intentionally or unintentionally leaving behind a few conspicuous marks. At last it reached her waist and lingered.

The soft and moist kiss caused her hands to unconsciously loosen their grip on his neck, tightly grabbing onto the bed sheets, closing her eyes without daring to open them. However, his closed eyes allowed his senses and sense of touch to become even sharper and clearer.

His kiss moved back to her lips, his waist moving, moving slowly toward her.

The nervous little woman loosened her grip on the bedsheet and climbed up his back. Because of supporting his arms, the man's shoulder blade was like a pair of small wings that had grown on his back, allowing her to grab onto it.

She grabbed the man's back and gradually used up all of her strength. As the man finally steeled his heart and merged with her spirit body, her shallow nails seemed to sink into his back. The kiss he gently kissed between her eyebrows, stealthily soothing and caring.

She forced herself not to make a sound, opened her mouth and bit his shoulder.

His thick eyebrows slightly knitted together, but a faint smile leaked out from the corner of his mouth.

She let go of his shoulder and bit a bloody gash. He bent his arm and pressed against her.

Her chest was pressed against his chest, and she felt the strong beat of a man's heart. The man's firm and forceful kiss made it so that she couldn't even find a breath to breathe. His hands were like vines clinging to a tree, tightening their grip.

The tacit understanding from many years ago seemed to have instantly returned to each other's bodies. Every single one of these coordinated movements was like a piece of music, imprinted in the minds of each other.

He tossed and turned for the whole night.

He brushed his lips against her ear and said some things, some of which she answered, some of which she did not catch, but in the end they were all forgotten. This fusion of body and soul tortured her for an entire night. It was unknown whether it was because she had fainted or if he had spared her in the end.

He only knew that when he woke up again, the sky was already bright.

When Wen Liang woke up with a violent headache, he felt as if his body had been crushed and reorganized once more. After her head had been emptied for half a minute, she finally recovered from the mess on the ground.

Her mind was blank as she looked at the post-World War II crime scene.

Wen Liang raised his head and saw the camera placed on the counter. His mind suddenly cleared up, and he turned to look at the man sleeping soundly, then carefully lifted up the blanket. He casually grabbed the bathrobe Qi Ye wore last night and wrapped it around himself. Then he stepped barefoot on the soft carpet and hurried to hide the camera in his arms.

When he turned around and saw the empty bottle of wine on the ground, he finally realised that he and Qi Ye could really go up to heaven last night! He drank quite a lot in KTV and even drank a bottle of red wine when he got home. It was normal for him to be unconscious from the alcohol!

She raised her eyes to look at the man on the bed. He was lying there quietly and didn't move at all. It was obvious how tired she was last night.

Wen Liang quickly tidied up the messy room and saw the remains of his underwear. In her mind, she couldn't remember how the underwear died, so she focused her attention on the camera …