Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning's eyes are hot. At the moment, the man asking her is no longer gentle. His actions are quick and rough. Each action seems to vent some unknown emotions in his heart.

She was afraid that at the moment he was like a manic beast. She only knew to find comfort in the most urgent way, and she was the prey locked by him, which would be eaten by him without residue.

His overbearing kiss left her lips, the corners of his eyes were scarlet and moist, his thin lips followed her chin, kissed her neck, and finally buried in her softness.

"Well..."

Wei Anning couldn't help whispering. She held his head in her hands, and her rough short hair pierced her palm. She didn't know whether to push him away or press him deeper.

It's so painful. Can she not?

The man's low panting voice came, and she felt that his whole body was stiff and hard as a stone, which made her heart and hair flustered. Could she not escape after all? But she doesn't, don't do this

"Leng Youchen, you, you stop." Her voice was shaking, terrified. The fear of being torn made her tremble. She didn't want to, didn't want to experience it again, let alone accept another man in such a short time.

Her clear and trembling voice pulled back his reason. His rough movements slowly stopped, and he comforted the soft bitten by him with his tongue across his clothes.

The fog flushed his whole eyes. He looked up and sorted her clothes. His voice was hoarse. "Sorry, it scared you."

After that, his handsome face was deeply buried in her neck, painfully closed his eyes and slowly calmed the surging tide in his body.

Wei Anning's eyes were misty. He looked at him dimly. It was clear that he had been fighting fiercely. At the moment, he was like a wounded beast, seeking her comfort.

Her stiff hand, slowly, slowly, fell on the man's tight back, gently stroked his back, trying to calm him down.

"Leng Youchen, what's the matter with you?"

Just now, he was like a changed man, so fierce and wanton plundering, just like, like the masked man.

Leng Youchen silently hugged her, unable to explain to her the complex feelings in his heart, full of hatred and hatred, full of loneliness and resentment, full of pain and unwillingness.

On this day of return, they all came crazy.

If he doesn't vent, he doesn't know how to face his relatives calmly.

After a long time, he patted her on the hip, "go and put me bath water and I'll clean it up."

Wei Anning looked at him anxiously, "are you really okay?"

"I'm fine, good, go." Leng Youchen pecked her on the lip, picked her up and put her on the ground.

Wei Anning looked at him uneasily. He looked indifferent and couldn't see anything. His mind was too deep. If he didn't say it, she didn't know what he was thinking.

She was helpless and turned to the bathroom with a crutch to drain water.

After a while, she came out and asked him to take a bath. The moment he looked up, his eyes were a little empty. She was shocked at the bottom of her heart and blinked. He had recovered his indifference and slid his wheelchair past her into the bathroom.

She stared at his back. His back was a little bleak and lonely. Was it because of the upcoming anniversary celebration?

She limped to the bed, picked up the dress and played with it. Fortunately, it wasn't wrinkled just now... Wait, she seemed to have forgotten an important thing. She jumped up. She didn't even have time to take her crutch. She jumped into the bathroom with one foot.

She eagerly opened the door. Before she could speak, she was immediately stunned by the situation in the bathroom.