Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Lu Ze's eyes stared at her for a long time. Mo Xiaobei was a little uncomfortable. He whispered, "Xiaobei, when don't I have to wait, huh?"

He lowered his head slightly, and his handsome face rubbed gently against her. He was very gentle and seemed to be begging for something.

Mo Xiaobei couldn't stand it. Lu Zeyi felt as if she owed him a lot.

Her voice was softly, "Lu Ze?"

This is no doubt a refusal.

Lu Ze smiled bitterly, "Xiao Bei, I'm 27 years old. Do you want me to endure until I'm 30?"

She blinked. "Can't you... Yourself... That?"

He stared at her.

Obviously angry.

Mo Xiaobei knew wisely that this topic could not continue. It was too dangerous.

So she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.

Although Lu Ze was angry, she looked funny and bitter at the same time.

Xiaobei has changed. It used to be different.

In the past, Xiaobei refused just to refuse, and would not half please her like this.

Think further, although Xiaobei has lost her memory, her temperament and her direct reaction show that she is not a 20-year-old Xiaobei. She is a woman loved and spoiled by Zhang Boyan.

Lu Ze smiled lightly and bitterly and let go of her, but his tone was very light: "let you go. If you feel uncomfortable for a while, remember to take another medicine."

Mo Xiaobei wrapped his quilt and looked at him with only a small head: "Lu Ze, where are you going?"

"Go take a cold bath and solve it yourself!" He gave her a slightly evil look.

Xiao Bei blushed.

Then she waved her little hand in disgust, "go and date your five finger girl?"

He couldn't cry or laugh. He thought that no man was so wronged as him. He clearly loved a little girl. They had lived together for so long. He sometimes helped her warm her bed, but he had to come by himself.

Of course, a proud man like Lu Ze wouldn't let Mo Xiaobei see him do such a thing. He went back to his bedroom

Mo Xiaobei wanted to sleep, but he couldn't sleep over and over. He always felt sorry for Lu Ze, so he put on a thick coat and quietly ran out to open his bedroom.

There was no Xiangyan picture she imagined. There was only Lu Ze sitting in the living room smoking.

"Lu Ze." Mo Xiaobei stood at the door, like a child who had done something wrong.

Lu Ze raised his eyes and looked at her through heavy smoke. He pursed his lips and smiled faintly: "how come?"

She ran over, took the initiative to sit in his arms, took off the cigarette in his hand and bit her lip: "am I bothering you?"

There was a touch of uneasiness and hesitation in her eyes.

Lu Ze waited quietly.

For a long time, she threw away her coat as if she had made up her mind. She only put on her pajamas and put her arms around his neck: "Lu Ze, if you want to... We..."

She leaned over her upper lip and kissed him.

But she didn't go any further. She was green about this kind of thing.

Lu Ze's black eyes sank, his fingers gently stroked Mo's short hair, and his voice was hoarse because of Yu Wang.

He is always a man. He also has physical needs, especially living in the same house with her every day.

I don't know how many times he thought of taking her regardless. Even if she would cry and make trouble, the dust would settle, and she would be his in the future.

But no matter how many times he made up his mind, he couldn't do it when he saw her trusted eyes.

This time, no exception.