New marriage no regrets: old husband young wife

His hands were clasped on the sofa arms by two larger hands, and his legs were suppressed. He couldn't move at all until he was numb. His long hair poured out behind his head like an ink waterfall, and his eyes butted together like sparks.

The cold, slender and broad palm gently lifted Xue miyue's chin, roughly stroked her, looked at her, stared at her with cold eyes, and asked ruthlessly, "call me Mr. Luo, eh?"

Xue miyue knew what she was wrong. She even made such a big move because of a title. This man is really... Xue miyue laughed silently at the bottom of her heart. She was just too cautious. Unexpectedly, she touched his corner.

"I'm just... Not used to..." her nervousness and fear gradually became uneasy and growing, and the fear gradually disappeared.

It's like that. Any man will pity it. How can he be willing to question her more?

Shen miyue's face is pure and beautiful without any defect. Xue miyue once learned how to use her appearance to make men feel pity, itch and even hurt

Now I think, I didn't learn in vain.

Sure enough, the hand that had just touched her chin suddenly climbed up and touched half of her face.

The big hand is a little cold, but fortunately the palm is warm and cool. But Xue miyue is not used to and doesn't like men treating herself like this. She tries to bear the discomfort in her heart. Her face still shows more tension and anxiety. She even swallows her saliva gently and looks at Luo zunfan at a loss.

The pair of eyes as moist as deer looked up at the man. Maybe she underestimated the chemical effect of her eyes with Shen miyue's face. The man suddenly bowed his head, and a kiss as light as a feather but hot had gently fallen on her moist and Wang Ran's eyes.

Xue miyue has one second of amazement and five seconds of brain blank.

On the right eye, what's that warm, crisp and soft? Isn't it... His lips?

The deep eyes flashed a touch of consternation. Maybe he didn't expect that he would kiss her angrily.

I kissed and even hugged more intimately before. Every time I was sober, it was natural, but I don't know why, I just couldn't help being... Impulsive.

After stunned, the bottom of his eyes recovered some quiet coldness and pride. His head deviated, and his lips had come to Xue miyue's ear.

"Remember, baby, next time I don't want to hear any more, Mr. Luo... You used to call me zunfan."

Xue miyue, who was already ignorant, could only nod foolishly. Then the man sat up and sorted out his messy collar. Xue miyue buried her head and dared not expose her red ears.

"Have a good rest, I have to deal with my work, so... That's it today, good night." the man gently rubbed her head, then got up and went into the left room and closed the door.

Xue miyue's tight shoulders, who was still sitting on the sofa, slowly fell flat. Her raised face stared at the closed door. Where was she half shy, nervous or nervous?

At the moment when the man came over, she was clearly aware that she could not deal with the man by herself. She had to play with him.