Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei is silent.

For a long time, he whispered, "Zhang always forgot the little white rabbit. It didn't exist."

She walked towards the door, and Zhang Boyan stopped her behind.

She turned and looked at him with a dense look in her eyes.

She whispered: "Zhang Boyan, whether he used to use it or really likes it... Please don't embarrass me or yourself."

She looked at him and smiled faintly, "because it would be painful."

He kept looking at her. Junrong looked deep in the warm yellow light.

For a long time, he said in a dumb voice, "Mo Xiaobei, but I'd rather suffer."

She looked at him, said nothing and quit.

When she went out, she bit her lip and stood for a long time.

Her ears are all his words: Xiao Bei, I'd rather suffer.

"Mo Xiaobei." His voice sounded behind him.

She turned around.

Watching him walk out of his study slowly, his steps were very slow, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were dripping.

Until he came up to her.

She wanted to go. She knew that his leg hurt now. If she could walk, she could walk away, but her leg didn't move a step, so she stood foolishly.

He still came up to her.

Suddenly, her body was hugged by him.

"Mo Xiaobei, you gave you a chance to go." His voice was Sandy and hoarse, with a hint of danger.

She was startled, but immediately, her body was pressed against the wall by him.

"Zhang Boyan, you're crazy!" She just finished and her mouth was blocked.

His kiss, very crazy, more uncontrolled than last time in the hotel.

When she hid, he pressed her little head to kiss deeper

For a long time, he seemed satisfied. He only left her lips a little and whispered on her lips, "I've been crazy for many years."

With that, he picked her up and kicked open the door of the master bedroom.

The bedroom was dark, and he didn't care about his clothes

Up and down, in the rage, Mo Xiaobei doesn't know how long Zhang Boyan has been doing.

She didn't know that a man who drank wine would be like this... Unrestrained, it's just not life.

She was made to cry and bit her pillow with her small face on her side. Her voice was also intermittent: "are you... Ready?"

In the dim light, his handsome face was almost distorted, handsome and evil, like a demon immersed in jade hope, and she couldn't move her eyes, but looked at it in such a daze.

Her black hair was scattered between her pillows, her clothes were messy, and she was dyed with sweat.

Zhang Boyan reached out and pinched her little neck. His black eyes looked at her like deep water.

There were no tricks, and he was not even interested in changing.

"It hurts." Her fingers grabbed his shirt and two buttons burst out. In the dim light, the fruit exposed the skin on the side of his neck and collarbone.

When Zhang Boyan's hand explored, the main light in the bedroom snapped on.

There's nowhere to escape.

In the air, there is a burning smell, which makes people more restless.

He looked down at her——

Green silk brushed my face and sweat entangled it. It was absolutely beautiful and hopeless.

Her eyes were stained with sin.

Then she struggled: "Zhang Boyan, get up, I don't want... I don't want this!"

But he easily pressed her with one palm and said in a deep voice, "don't move. If you move again, my legs will be useless."

"It's none of my business to waste it!" She said firmly, but she didn't dare to move any more.