Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

Ye Ming pinched her willow like waist with his thick palm. The man's heavy breath sprinkled on her delicate skin, "did you find Cordyceps?"

He Bing didn't speak.

He forcefully pinched her thin waist. The two faces leaned together, the wings of their noses against each other, and their breathing was intertwined, "speak!"

His hoarse voice is a little harsh.

Hiss.

He Bing twisted Xiumei.

"Hurt? Show me where you're hurt?" Ye Ming's eyes sank, and his big palm opened her dress to check her injuries.

"Ye Ming, keep your head down."

You keep your head down

Ye Ming slowly lowered his tall and strong body.

He Bing's two small hands moved up and hugged his head. She hugged his head in her arms, "Ye Ming, does it hurt?"

Ye Ming

Does it hurt

At the moment, the room was very quiet. The yellow light sprinkled down and plated the two people in a warm halo.

Ye Ming's head leaned against the girl's soft chest, and her ears echoed with words of heartache and pity. Ye Ming, does it hurt?

Ye Ming's muscles tightened one by one and accumulated his strength. He seemed to want to do something, but soon his strong muscles softened again, stretched out two healthy arms and hugged the girl's thin waist. He buried his face in her heart.

He Bing's white and tender fingers shuttle into his pricked short hair and gently rub it. "It's okay. It won't hurt soon. Everything is over."

Yes, it won't hurt soon

Now after eating Cordyceps, he slowly felt no pain.

Ye Ming raises his head and kisses him.

He Bing hugged him and kissed him back enthusiastically and actively.

Don't say anything, don't do anything, two people's lips intertwined, disordered breathing and heartbeat in each other's kiss.

When the drug addiction is over, Ye Ming looses he Bing. Just as the maid brings dinner, Ye Ming starts to eat dinner. It's simple porridge and steamed bread.

Ye Ming bit two mouthfuls of steamed bread. He looked at him with icy water. "I'm hungry. I want to eat it too."

Ye Ming handed her the steamed bread, and he Bing took a bite with his hand.

"Don't go back tonight," he hugged her.

"Why?"

"Let me see your wound."

He Bing raised his small face, "really only look at the injury?"

She smiled meaningfully. Like a little fox, Ye Ming rolled his throat and coughed solemnly, "don't make trouble!"

He Bing snuggled up beside him. There was no heating to take a bath, but there was a clean bucket. She shouted, "you can get hot water later. I'll take a bucket bath."

"OK."

Ye Ming brought the hot water and carried it in a bucket. The full buckets of hot water supported the muscles on his healthy arm one by one. He poured the hot water into the bucket. Water droplets splashed his black shirt and black trousers. He didn't care at all.

Several buckets of hot water poured down and the wooden bucket was full. His deep dark eyes looked at he Bing in the room, "you can wash it."