If you don’t cherish the love we wear quickly, why are you crying if you change your mind?

Jiang Miao came out of the shower and saw Wei Jinchu still reading memorials at the desk. Seeing that it was getting late, she dried her hair and sat down next to him.

Sit down next to him.

Wei Jinchu smelled the sweet fragrance on her body, and his mind became a little uneasy. He grabbed the hand that was poking at his chest and said, "Miao Miao, you haven't finished reading the memorial yet."

Jiang Miao put her hands around his neck and drew his eyebrows with her fingers, "Look at yours."

I play my game, that's fair isn't it.

How could Wei Jinchu remain calm? The little fox knew best how to sow discord in his heart.

He hugged the person and kissed him while pressing him down on the table where the memorials were placed.

He used his lips and teeth, kissing and biting her, wanting to punish her severely.

"Miaomiao, Miaomiao, I love you so much." Wei Jinchu's voice was charming and beautiful, expressing his love.

Jiang Miao was attracted by his full attention, and now the only thing she could do was to accept him and hug him tightly.

Wei Jinchu felt that his little fox was sweet and soft everywhere. He was reluctant to leave after tasting her and greedily absorbed her taste.

It took a while before he moved away slightly, his lips still pressed against the corner of her lips.

Jiang Miao raised his hand and patted his waist, "The desk is too hard, it hurts me."

Wei Jinchu grasped her legs with his big hands and made her cross them. The next moment he lifted her up by the hips and strode towards the bed.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Miao hugged his neck and kissed him on the eyelids, "What are you in such a hurry for?"

"Let's go back and continue reading the manuscript."

Wei Jinchu had already been aroused by her and was no longer interested in the memorial.

He also saw through his beloved wife's little thoughts, so he didn't put her on the bed. Instead, he pressed her in front of the screen with her back against the screen, and he blew a few times in Jiang Miao's ears.

Jiang Miao felt his lips were about to touch her, and there was also wind blowing. An itchy feeling came over her and quickly spread from the tip of her heart.

She was afraid that she couldn't hold him steady, so she said quickly, "No more watching, husband, go back."

Wei Jin was scared when he first saw her, so he carried her over to the bed, but did not put her down. He just let her sit on his lap facing each other.

Poor Jiang Miao just came out of the shower, wearing only a thin silk nightgown.

Wei Jinchu nudged her and asked meaningfully, "Hmm? Didn't Miaomiao want your husband to come up and rest?"

Jiang Miao felt his heat and quickly hid back, but his hand grasped her waist and she couldn't leave. "No, no, you can go and read the memorials. Your husband is worried about the world, so it's okay to go to bed later."

Wei Jinchu grabbed her and pushed her forward, his voice becoming increasingly hoarse, "Don't talk about politics on the bed."

Jiang Miao didn't want to talk about this either. She was so exhausted yesterday that she couldn't even get up. She was afraid of being exhausted again today.

Wei Jinchu insisted that she learn her lesson and held her waist.

He even leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips, "Mrs. Miaomiao."

She opened her mouth and bit her lower lip, unable to hide the smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Wei Jinchu is gentle now, but in the next moment he pulls Jiang Miao into the clouds.

Jiang Miao bit her lower lip impatiently. She was like a swan with its neck stretched out. She took a breath quickly and soon fell into his arms.

Wei Jinchu touched her forehead, "Is this okay?"

He insisted on holding her tonight and wanted her on top

Jiang Miao grabbed his arms and said, "Shut up!"

Finally, she lay on Wei Jinchu's chest and bit him.

Wei Jinchu's breathing became louder and louder. This feeling of being controlled by her and not being able to fully vent was even more stimulating.

Until love had run out of strength, he slowly held her waist and took her to review the riding skills.

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The bright moonlight shone into the room. Wei Jinchu used the moonlight to see the mist in Jiang Miao's eyes. He raised his head and kissed her.

I just want to go to Wushan with her.

Jiang Miao looked at the man who finally buried his head on her shoulder and exhaled, listening to his calm low laugh. When fatigue came over her, she vaguely heard him say something.

"Miaomiao, I'm very lucky to have met you. What more could a husband ask for with a wife like you?"

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