She divorced with her property, and her ex-husband chased her around the world

Huo Jingbo didn't notice. He gradually moved up and spread his big palm across the woman's cheek, grinding her lips deeply, easily prying open her teeth and grabbing her sweetness.

The drunkenness spread between her lips and teeth. Shang Manyue opened her eyes drowsily. For a moment, she was still confused and thought she was dreaming.

But when all the men's slender bodies pressed over her, her eyes suddenly widened, her sleepiness faded away, and she woke up.

When she saw clearly that it was Huo Jingbo, she was furious. She never expected that he would take advantage of others' danger!

"Let...um...let me go!"

Her voice escaped from her throat with difficulty, but Huo Jingbo ignored him. She couldn't push him away, so she reluctantly raised her hand, grabbed his thick hair, and grabbed it hard.

Huo Jingbo's scalp was numb and he had to hold his body up a little. In the darkness, his black eyes were filled with strong desire and possession, as if he was going to devour her in one second.

There is a faint silver thread connecting the two people.

Shang Manyue's breathing was rapid and her cheeks were red. Although she wanted to blow him up in her heart, she could smell the strong smell of alcohol on his body and judged that he had drunk a lot. She was no match for him in a tough fight.

"Huo Jingbo, you...when did you come back?"

"Have you been drinking? You get out of the way first, and I'll warm you a glass of milk to relieve your hangover."

She rambled as much as she could, trying to divert his attention.

It's a pity that Huo Jingbo remained unmoved. His warm fingertips lightly touched her collarbone, causing her to tremble slightly. He leaned down, their noses touched, and their breaths intertwined.

His voice was extremely hoarse, "I want you, give me..."

Shang Manyue's breathing became heavier, but he was angry. In this marriage, he looked down on her in every way and only used her to satisfy his physical desires. Even if they were about to divorce, he shouldn't do this kind of thing again. Never respect her wishes.

When Huo Jingbo lowered his head again and was about to kiss her again, he caught a glimpse of crystal tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes, and he was stunned.

In the past, when they were entangled, sometimes he couldn't control himself and would make Shang Manyue cry if he did it too harshly. He was very squeamish, but now...

He licked the tears from the corners of her eyes, his voice was hoarse, and he said helplessly and puzzledly, "Mrs. Huo, I'm not in trouble yet, why are you crying."

Hearing this, Shang Manyue realized that she was crying. She blinked and sniffed. She didn't want to cry subjectively. It was probably because people tend to get emotional easily late at night.

She felt embarrassed and pushed Huo Jingbo.

Unexpectedly, he was pushed away and fell beside her. Her rejection made him somewhat frustrated. After all, he pursued consensual love more than one-sided passion.

He turned his head to look at her and licked his lips, wanting to say something.

Shang Manyue didn't want to pay attention to him at all, turned her back to him, pulled up the quilt, and wrapped herself tightly again.

Huo Jingbo suddenly felt itchy with hatred.

What kind of good wife would always reject her husband's advances like her? No matter what happens to them later, now that they are still in the marriage stage, the wife is obliged to meet her husband's needs.

What's more, she was clearly the one who flirted with him just now.

His hands clasped Shang Manyue's shoulders again, and he was about to pull her over.

Shang Manyue gritted her teeth, "Mr. Huo, you just promised me yesterday that you wouldn't touch me! You won't forget what you said, right?"

Huo Jingbo's hand paused.

Looking at her cold back, he thought about it for a while, and finally suppressed the dangerous thoughts in his mind.

But now he is burning in the fire, the arrow is on the string, and he has to shoot.

The hoarse voice sounded again, "Shang Manyue, I won't touch you, but you have to be responsible for putting out the fire you started!"

Shang Manyue was confused, "What?"

The man didn't answer, but suddenly grabbed her hand and held it directly...

The hot temperature in her palm made Shang Manyue almost jump. She understood what he meant, and she was angry and annoyed. She wanted to shake her off, but he held her tighter and couldn't break free at all.

The man next to him began to pant, and the pure masculine breath lingered, and he roared, which was extremely ambiguous in the middle of the night.

Even though Shang Manyue had already gone to work, her face was burning and her heart was beating very fast. At the same time, she didn't dare to look at Huo Jingbo's expression at all.

Time passed inexplicably very slowly, and it was impossible for Shang Manyue to fall asleep. She scolded the dog man countless times in her heart, and hoped that he would end it quickly.

Unfortunately, it didn't work as she wished, her hands were so sore, and there was no sign of him coming out yet. She was so upset that she couldn't help but urge, "Hurry up!"

"Kiss me." The man's thin lips suddenly touched her ear.

Shang Manyue scolded him for his shamelessness, but in order to quickly end this absurdity, she still leaned forward and kissed his lips.

Like a dragonfly, she wanted to leave immediately, but when she wanted to move away, the man grabbed the back of her neck.

He pestered her for a French kiss.

Finally, after a muffled roar, the man hugged her tightly and buried his head in her shoulder, waiting for the afterglow to pass.

At this moment, Shang Manyue only has ten thousand draft horses galloping past in her heart.

She couldn't bear it any longer and viciously pushed the man off her body, then got up and walked into the bathroom.

Her hands were sticky, and she hated the fuss. She turned on the faucet and rinsed them, and applied several rounds of hand sanitizer, as if to clean away some bacteria.

Then Huo Jingbo also came over. He casually put on a loose bathrobe, looking sexy and lazy, leaning against the door frame and looking at her.

The corners of his lips were raised in a half-smile, "I didn't find you disgusted when you ate this."

Shang Manyue looked at him through the mirror, taking advantage of him and still being obedient, and spat at him, "Shameless!"

However, Huo Jingbo was in a good mood and thought her scolding him sounded good. He walked over, hugged her slim waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Her dark eyes looked directly at Shang Manyue in the mirror, and teased: "Mrs. Huo, are you interested in taking a mandarin duck bath together?"

In response, Shang Manyue kicked him in the calf.

The sound of gurgling water sounded, and Shang Manyue decisively picked up the phone and walked towards the guest bedroom.

She was too sleepy and had no energy to deal with him anymore.

After locking it, she lay down on the bed and continued to sleep.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she felt the bed beside her sink again, and then she was pulled into a warm embrace.

You don't have to look back to know that the dog is coming again.

Shang Manyue subconsciously wanted to push him away. The man bit her ear lightly, half threatening and half bewitching, "I just want to sleep with you in my arms, but if you move around again, I won't be polite!"

"..."

"Go to sleep."

After all, Shang Manyue still couldn't resist the sleepiness, and his eyelids slowly closed.

...

The next morning, Huo Jingbo woke up on time.

The sunshine outside was a little dazzling. He put the back of his hand on his eyelids and let it go after getting used to it.

Looking down at the sleeping woman in his arms, he lightly scratched the bridge of her nose with his long fingers, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

From the time she got divorced to now, he hadn't had such a comfortable sleep for a long time.

The phone dinged.

He thought it was his and subconsciously picked it up. Unexpectedly, it was Shang Manyue's cell phone.

Glancing at the screen, the smile on his face disappeared.