After getting into trouble with a wealthy family, the scheming uncle forced him to get married step

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"Did you fall in love with me at first sight? When?"

Sang Zhi became more and more curious. She tickled his waist and deliberately teased him.

"And when were you so shameless that you peeked at me taking a shower? And you even drew it!"

Sangzhi asked persistently.

Zhuo Yijing grabbed her hand and stopped her movement. He stared at her, his Adam's apple rolling, "Don't move, if you move any more, it will really be a bloody battle soon."

"..." The corner of Sang Zhi's mouth twitched fiercely, "Why are all these things in your mind? You men are all sperm."

"You men?"

Zhuo Yijing's face changed slightly, and he frowned and looked at her.

"Yeah. Aren't you men all like this? You all think with your lower body."

Sangzhi pulled her lips and hummed softly.

"..."

Zhuo Yijing pursed his lips, said nothing, and his eyes were dark.

After a while, he closed his eyes, looking sleepy.

Sang Zhi noticed his displeasure, and she suddenly didn't understand.

"You're angry?"

Sangzhi frowned.

"Did I offend you?"

Sangzhi frowned.

"..." Zhuo Yijing said nothing.

"You are just like Ziyue said... you have a volatile temper."

"Do you dislike me?" Zhuo Yijing opened his eyes and stared at her quietly.

"A bit." Sangzhi said truthfully.

"Yixun... is very gentle and won't change his face suddenly."

Sangzhi regretted it after saying it.

As expected, Zhuo Yijing's face turned even darker.

After a while, Zhuo Yi endured it, hugged her in his arms, and hugged her tightly.

"I am jealous."

Zhuo Yijing kissed her eyes, and then kissed her lips. While kissing, his big palms reached under the hem of her clothes. He took off her top and kissed her down little by little.

Sangzhi: "..."

When she reacted again, she was already naked from the waist up.

The body was just exposed.

Sangzhi couldn't help but tremble.

And Zhuo Yijing's lips were right on her chest.

"hiss!"

Sangzhi shrank.

"..."

"Zhuo Yijing, you are a dog."

Sang Zhi frowned in pain.

Zhuo Yijin's face remained unchanged and his expression was calm.

He didn't say anything, just kissed her.

Sangzhi laughed.

After a while, she reached out and gently grabbed his hair.

"Zhuo Yijing...am I the only woman you have? You are almost 30 years old, am I really the only woman?

It's only been less than half a year since we officially met..."

Sangzhi asked in a low voice.

"At the age of 60, you are the only woman who can satisfy you or make you unable to get out of bed."

"..."

Sang Zhi's eyelids twitched hard and his cheeks turned red.

"You...why are you always so..."

Sangzhi curled his lips and coughed lightly.

"I told you, if it weren't for you, I would have shaved my hair and practiced in Fayuan Temple."

Zhuo Yijing chuckled. He also took care of his wounds and made no further moves.

Sang Zhi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little disappointed for no reason.

Zhuo Yijin dressed her up and lay down next to her.

"The painting you saw at Fayuan Temple was when I went to Ji Yixun's house. They were not there at the time, and I didn't know you were there. When I went to the bathroom, I happened to see you... taking a shower."

"...What did you say?" Sang Zhi was startled, thinking that he heard wrongly.

"When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"

Sang Zhi frowned.

"The one before the time I got hurt."

Zhuo Yijin coughed slightly, his eyes darkening.

"As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I saw you taking a shower and humming a song. I didn't expect it myself, and then I left."

Zhuo Yi said longingly, but his ears turned slightly red.

Sang Zhi frowned: "Then...you fell in love with me?"

Zhuo Yijing rolled his eyes away and answered the question incorrectly: "After I left Elvis's house, your appearance seemed to be engraved in my mind. Even...I often dream...that we are..."

Zhuo Yijing paused.

Sangzhi frowned.

"What are you doing?"

"Make love."

Sang Zhi's face turned even redder, and he suddenly wanted to pretend to be dead: "...you, why are you...Zhuo Yijing! You are too beastly."

"I think so."

Zhuo Yi's expression remained unchanged and his voice was cold.

Sangzhi was speechless.

"I was still young, and you were such a beast!"

"Young?" Zhuo Yijing sneered, "Young? You're already in love with Ji Yixun. You even ran to your boyfriend's house to take a shower."

"Although you are young... you are not young in other places. But maybe you developed too early. It seems like you are still like this after so many years here."

Zhuo Yijing looked as usual.

Sang Zhi wanted to seal Zhuo Yijing's mouth with glue.

"So, do you love my body or my person?" Sang Zhi raised an eyebrow.

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration.

"Because it's you, I want it all. People want it too, and my heart wants it too."