Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

The head also hurts, the eyes are starry, the hands are sore, the whole body is cold, trembling, and I can't help but feel a sense of desolation in my heart, sadness comes from my heart, and tears are about to fall.

"Why are you crying, what's there to cry about!" Situ Chenjue pretended to be slightly angry. At this moment, when a man was most excited, this woman not only backed away, but also cried. What a disappointment!

When he was so fierce, Huanyan felt that she was even more miserable.

No matter how much she pretended to be strong, no matter how much she told herself that it was worth selling her self-esteem, she was only a 24-year-old woman after all, and with such a hard hit on the back of her head, her world was spinning, and she felt like she was about to die.

Immediately, he didn't care too much.

The whole person shrank into a ball, like a kitten, tears swirled in the eyes, but did not dare to flow out, the whole person was indescribably pitiful.

"Ugh..."

Situ Chenjue shook his head and leaned forward.

Huanyan retreated instinctively in fright, but there was nowhere to retreat, so she could only stare blankly at him, as if ready to run away at any time.

Situ Chenjue shook his head, and he was also surprised by the softness in his heart.

Then, the next step, Situ Chenjue slowly stretched out his fingers, Huanyan thought that he was going to touch something that shouldn't be touched again, so he curled up into a ball in fright.

There was still a crystal tear in the corner of his eye.

But who knew, Situ Chenjue just stretched out one hand, put his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her slender and tender neck, and then gently stretched out the other hand to the back of her head, covering her with a big palm, slowly kneaded...

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His strength was just right, and he slowly kneaded the muscle that was stiff from the impact just now.

Although there is still some pain, it is not as serious as before.

Huan Yan looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, he could... heal bruises?

It seems that he still has a lot of things that she hasn't noticed...

Situ Chenjue kept a straight face, raised his thick black eyebrows, and asked coldly, "Is it better?"

Although his tone was cold, his actions were gentle.

Huanyan was in a daze for a moment, the tears dripping from the corners of her eyes just now flowed down her face without paying attention.

The traces stained by the red wine on the cheeks just now have not been completely removed, and it is a paste, and the whole person looks like a little cat.

Situ Chenjue shook his head: "You little face!"

Then, with one free hand, he grabbed the tip of her nose: "Don't be so reckless next time, although you are stupid, but if you are more stupid, maybe I will consider changing my wife!"

"Then you change it!" Huan Yan pursed her lips and blurted out without thinking.

I was surprised when I said it out, why did it feel like flirting, she didn't want to flirt with this man!

"It's very tiring and troublesome to change a wife. I'm not going to change for now!" He turned her body around, first gently sucked her lower lip, and then slowly penetrated to find her softness. Tongue tangled up.

The words began to be indecorous again: "I see that you are very angry when you speak, and the back of your head must not hurt, okay, continue!"

"Go on... I'm really out of strength..." She was telling the truth.

"Okay, then you rest, I'll come."

In the next second, he completely pressed her on the bed, from neck to collarbone, perfect breasts, smooth belly, all the way down...