Spoiled Wife: Husband, You're Enough

And his deep black eyes, half squinting at her eyes, the fierce and crazy eyes, seemed to want to go into the depths of her soul.

She stepped back from his kiss. "I have to learn."

"Now only talk about the wind and moon, not about learning."

She accuses him with her eyes. I hate it. Does he want to confuse her with a beautiful man.

His chest vibrated a thick and intoxicating low smile. Who called her too cute and charming.

He suddenly reached out, pulled her out of the chair and picked her up.

That strange feeling deeply tortured her. Her reason told her that she should push him away. If it goes on like this, it will be difficult to extricate herself, but her sensibility didn't want to leave him at all, just wanted to hold him tightly.

"Little savage, I like you." Nalan Che's low sexy voice came from her ear. His breath was so hot that her heart hurt.

Her pretty face was tinged with a blush, straight through her ears, even her neck was red, the rapid breath, and her heart pounded.

She felt drunk and fell into the vortex trap he had woven.

Even if he wants to tear her apart now, she has no strength to resist. She can only let him do whatever he wants.

He put his arms around her slender waist and pressed her body into his arms, hoping to rub her into his bones.

But she didn't hate it at all. Instead, she was deeply attached to it. The wonderful feeling went straight to the bottom of her heart.

Nalanche was about to pick her up and go back to bed. Suddenly, there was a clear knock at the door, followed by Zhao Yi's anxious voice: "baby, something's wrong. Come out quickly. Something's wrong."

Tong Xiaoman's body suddenly stiffened, like being drenched with a bucket of cold water from the head. She grabbed Nalan Che's arm and looked a little flustered: "it's my cousin."

Nalan Che came in through the window. If Zhao Yi saw her, she didn't tie her up immediately and send her directly to the church to marry Nalan Che. She doesn't want to get married or be forced to marry now.

Damn guy, he didn't come early or late. He chose the critical moment to interrupt his good deeds. Nalan Chul cursed low, calm and handsome face, stretched out his hand to pull her messy clothes, and whispered, "calm down, it's okay."

"You go quickly. If your cousin sees you, he must make a fuss again. He thinks we're doing something." Tong Xiaoman pushed his chest and said anxiously.

Nalan Che then stared at her unhappily: "do you think I'm a lover who can't see the light?"

"I didn't treat you as a lover who can't see the light. I just don't want my cousin to make trouble. Go away and treat me as if I begged you, okay?"

Tong Xiaoman looked at him with a full face. He looked pathetic and couldn't bear to refuse.

This is Zhao Yi outside the door. She seems to be in a hurry. She knocks at the door like a ghost. She has to knock her out.

Nalanche grinded his teeth, hugged her heavily, and said unhappily, "if you have anything, you should call me."

Tong Xiaoman nodded carelessly, pushed him out of the window and said, "I will."

Indignant, I said, "I'll go back first." Zhao Yi, who was reluctant to part, kissed her forehead. She cursed the eighteen generations of her ancestors. Then she turned away from the windows in anger. She could have stayed in her boudoir tonight, and all of them blamed him.