Under the crystal lamp, the woman's skin is fairer than snow, tender as tender as fat, and her long black hair is casually braided to one side, slightly revealing the graceful curve of her neck.

He lowered his head halfway and walked around with one hand behind him.

When it fell on the zipper, it hesitated and did not move.

Huo Jinshen looked at her, the curve of the corners of her mouth never disappeared, her eyes were cold and sharp, and she watched her struggle herself.

A man’s indifference is not very sharp, but he can’t stop being sad.

Mu Nianwan lowered his eyes, knowing that there was no way out, so he closed his eyes and pulled his hands down...

Halfway through, Huo Jinshen reached out to hug her while holding her zippered hands. He lowered his eyes and touched the dress that had slipped down for about a century and was naked and white skin exposed. He laughed softly, "I said I'm hungry, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, it seemed like someone slapped him, making Mu Nianwan bit his lip tightly.

She endured the grievances in her heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "Huo Jinshen, don't bully me."

He chuckled and shook his head, looking at her red eyes, his voice low and hoarse, "I just said I was hungry, why did you ask me to bully you by yourself?"

"I'm cooperating with you from beginning to end. If you can't call, I won't call. If you can't continue, I won't go down."

Yes, he cooperates very well, but such cooperation is even more torture.

She knew he was angry, so she deliberately tortured herself.

He doesn't like to file for divorce himself, but he doesn't love her. What's the point of forcing this marriage?

She couldn't find any words he could refute. She was dull for a long time, as if she had only found her voice.

"Then I'll have someone to bring you food." She spoke softly.

“I don’t like sweets.”

Because it is an annual meeting, the following are all Western-style desserts.

She looked up at him. The man's face was as secretive as he was, with a little curve on his lips, and he seemed to be smiling.

Mu Nianwan's eyelashes trembled, and then she pulled out her hand that was held by Huo Jinshen and pulled the zipper again. This time, she pulled down without hesitation.

After the slim dress is no longer bound by a zipper, it falls off from the chest. The pure black dress skirt is stacked into a blooming black rose on the soles of the feet, layered, and seems to reflect the light on the head, falling on the white body wrapped around it, dizzying with dazzling luster.

This time, there was no more words. Mu Nianwan stood on tiptoe and reached out to grab the man's shirt and pulled him closer.

He closed his eyes and kissed the man, and even wanted to pry open his lips and teeth.

It is direct and enthusiastic that has never been seen before.

The man who had not moved turned around and put him on her waist and pressed him hard in his arms.

What was originally just a tentative move instantly became passive.

The man's vigorous palm held the man in his arms, lifted him directly to the sofa not far away, and pressed him up again.

In just a few seconds, Mu Nianwan went from the initial nervousness to relax, closed his eyes, allowing Huo Jinshen to dominate and lead all this.

There are whispering sounds in my ears, and my lips and neck are burning touches. The combination is seamless and there is no gap at all.

Mu Nianwan was suffering, and her body, which was covered with nothing, trembled against the somewhat cool leather sofa, enduring the discomfort and the urge to push away the person in front of her.

However, Huo Jinshen kissed her for a long time until she was filled with magnificent traces of her neck, and then she stopped.

He held her head with one arm, pinched her chin with one hand, touching her tightly closed eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was still stained with a starry smile, "I don't like it so much? Will I touch you in the future and you will be tortured?"

Mu Nianwan suddenly opened her eyes, and she stared at the man with her eyebrows and eyes bent but no smile in her eyes.

"I want to get a divorce, but I still have to feel wronged myself lying under me. Is it very disgusting?"

She looked at the man's eyebrows that were laughing, but saw suppressed anger swelling up her deep eyes.

Mu Nianwan pursed the corner of his lips in a daze, and then spoke again, and his voice was soft and dull. "Cold, go to bed." She reached out and hugged the man's neck directly, buried herself between his neck, and slight breathing hit his neck and shoulders, causing layers of trembling.

He held her waist with one hand and was quiet for a while. Finally, he chose to pick her up and walk to the big bed beside him.

Mu Nianwan didn’t feel very good. He had too many things in his heart and had grudges, so he could not face them calmly.

The people on her body, the suppressed anger and fire, were like beasts that were out of the cage after they had all the shelters, and they seemed to forget to worry about her feelings, eagerly plundering everything, and leaving traces of him and only him on her.

Until the last moment, he held Mu Nianwan tightly, staring at the woman who seemed to be a little distracted, word by word, hoarse and strong: "Wanwan, since I have married you in this life, you can only be my wife."

Under the light, the man's appearance seemed to be blurred.

She was sweating all over, her hands tightly pinching the man's waist, her hair was emitting, and something seemed to explode deep in her pupils when she was breathing violently.

A man's words are very light, and after he fades away his anger, he is satisfied with his domineeringness and a touch of tenderness.

Mu Nianwan didn't say anything, but just let go of his hand pinching his waist. At this moment, just look at it and you can see the clear finger marks on it.

But Mu Nianwan didn't care, and Huo Jinshen didn't.

He got up from her, took his clothes and put them on, and after packing up, he saw Mu Nianwan still lying there, half-closing his eyes, not knowing whether he was asleep or awake.

Huo Jinshen returned to the bedside, leaned down slightly, carefully wiping away the broken hair stuck to his cheeks, "Do you want to go back?"

Mu Nianwan didn't move, but just moved his eyelashes, slightly opened a slit and looked at Junyan who was approaching, "You have someone send a set of clothes."

Just now, she took off her clothes directly to the ground. She had always had a vigilance. Although it was not too serious, she would never wear clothes that fell on the ground.

The warm fingertips lingered on her face. When Huo Jinshen heard the girl's words, he smiled, "spicy." He was no longer as cold and cruel as before.

Mu Nianwan remembered that it was not the first time he said he was spoiled, and every time he seemed to be with a little doting that others didn't understand.

Gu Hanchuan once said that he likes people who spoil him.

It seems that this is true.

Because he is his wife, it seems that no matter how he is punished, he can still be tender and kind.
Chapter completed!