Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Sure enough.

The pond banquet was stimulated.

Feng Ying's short sentence shattered the little calm he finally mentioned. The blood in his blood vessels was like boiling boiling water, which made his heart hurt!

That madness swept in again, swallowing his proud self-control.

Almost instinctively, he bowed his head and kissed her lips.

At this moment, he just wanted to possess her.

He wants to tell the world that this woman is his!

Chi Yan gnawed at her tender lips, full of male hormones, like a brand, and marked her lips.

His kiss is very aggressive, like a beast constantly attacking and demanding, with rampant plunder.

She even tasted the blood between her lips and teeth.

"Pool banquet..."

She responded softly, gently like a pool of water, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

But I didn't know that her Softness aroused his tougher aggression.

When she was thrown on the bed and her clothes were messy, Feng Ying's body was shaking and her hands firmly climbed onto his strong back.

There are tears in my eyes, but my smile is more gorgeous than fireworks.

"Chi Yan, don't worry. I love you and you love me, so let's... Be together."

Feng Ying raised his head and kissed his sexy thin lips. His throat overflowed and choked.

"Okay?"

“……”

Chi Yan's body was shocked and she held her hand. She didn't know whether to push it away or hold it tightly. The expression on her face was a struggle like a trapped animal.

OK?

Can they really be together?

Hesitation and fear rolled into his heart like a tide. Chi Yan's thin lips wriggled. He felt the trembling of the people under him. He closed his eyes.

"OK," he heard himself say.

Feng Ying smiled with curved eyebrows and eyes.

"You want me."

“……”

When a pair of men and women who love each other finally come together without estrangement, it's like dry firewood meets fire.

The graceful timbre is gradually diffuse and lasting in such a large space.

I don't know how long it took. It finally quieted down.

The snow-white sheets were in a mess. We can imagine how fierce the war was just now.

Feng Ying's naked nest is in the arms of the pond banquet, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are stained with a smile.

Chi Yan leaned against the head of the bed, lit a cigarette, closed his eyes, looked calm and light, as if he was not the one who had madly asked for it.

"Pool banquet!"

Feng Ying glanced at him and was a little unhappy. He sat up and stared at him angrily. Even the raised eyebrows were expressing her unhappiness.

"What do you mean? You don't recognize people when you put on your pants? Or do you regret it? Don't forget, you personally promised to be with me. If you dare to regret it, I'll... Just..."

"Castrate you!"

She also made a across the board gesture.

"Feng Ying."

Finally, Chi Yan spoke in a gloomy tone.

He still didn't look at her, slightly raised his head, his skin color was particularly pale against his messy broken hair, and his dark eyes as deep as the abyss showed a trace of emptiness for the first time.

He smiled sadly, "you know, I don't want to hurt you, but I have the impulse to abandon him when I see you with other men, even if it's just a simple physical contact."

His voice was calm, like a flickering wind.

“……”

The discontent in Feng Ying's heart suddenly dissipated. He looked at him and listened to his real heart.