The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  Zhan Muqian pinched her chin with long fingers, squinted her eyes, and the corners of her lips made a dangerous arc.

  Miaoyu only felt a headache, and patted her head instinctively, trying to get rid of the buzzing sound.

  He laughed ironically, and suddenly said coldly: "You found this all by yourself."

  His words are firm, and they sound very calm and steady.

  It also seems to cover a certain dangerous certainty...

  Miaoyu didn't know what she had foreboding.

  The moment he struggled to escape, Zhan Muqian had already leaned over and kissed——

  The man blocked her lips and sealed her breath firmly.

  Miaoyu did not know whether he was too drunk or was completely frightened by him.

  At this time, there was no reaction to what happened.

  Zhan Mu Qian is not just a taste, nor is it just teasing her.

  He seems to be serious, but also more like a ghost...

  He squeezed her cheeks vigorously with his hands, forced her to open his mouth slightly, and deepened the kiss aggressively and rudely——

  Miaoyu has no kissing experience at all.

   stared at his big watery eyes at this time.

  Looking at his handsome face close at hand in astonishment, and even the tiny pores on his skin can be seen clearly...

  She didn't know how to adjust her own ventilation. It was when Zhan Muqian spared her that she was able to get her breathing back.

  She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and patted her chest. For a while, the expression on her small face was still wrong.

  After waiting for more than ten seconds, her breathing became steady, and her whole body recovered.

   Suddenly it seemed as if the piranha was about to explode.

She screamed with her throat: "You are really crazy, Zhan Muqian, old bastard, why are you kissing me, crazy, I am your niece, why are you kissing me ah ah ah ah ah what!!!"

  She screamed with anger.

   Then she cried out sadly.

  Miaoyu rarely cry.

   is like the rebellious cotton a long time ago.

  The feeling of sadness is all hidden in my heart.

  Make a heart bitter and wet.

  But he did not want to cry in front of others.

  But she is crying now.

   Although crying does not look exaggerated.

  Like a child who tantrums after drinking too much, while rubbing his lips with the back of his hand, he whispers softly.

  Zhan Muqian was itchy in her heart by her soft crying.

  It seemed as if something had sneaked in.

  He has mixed thoughts, his face is calm, as if nothing has happened.

Miaoyu whispered for a while, and then cursed in a loud voice: "Old bastard, why are you suddenly nervous? Don't kiss me even if you are nervous, okay? This is someone’s first kiss. Why are you doing this to your junior? Sure enough, it's either natural or pitiful..."

Although Zhan Mu Qian seemed to be extremely calm.

  It's as if I haven't done much.

   But the heart is thumping.

  Beating a bit violently.

  He kissed Miaoyu.

   kissed the little thing that kept calling him second uncle.

  Although this made the confusion of his identity dislocation even more intense.

   But inexplicably a little bit happy in my heart.

  Probably because of her taste is really good...

  He raised the girl’s chin with his long fingers.

  The loss in the eyes of the little girl is undisguised.

   is obviously accusing him of taking away her first kiss and not letting her leave this kiss to some bastard...

  【Three shifts. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 】