Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Yaquan also didn't know how to deal with himself. After he picked up the phone on the bedside table, he moved a little further away from Serena and walked to the sofa to sit down.

There are really text messages, and the person who sent him is...

Yaquan glanced at the big bed, just to see Serena peeking at him, and when he found out, she immediately retracted her gaze.

Serena sent him: ‘Are you going to bed or the floor at night? ’

Yaquan glanced at the sofa he was sitting on, and replied: ‘Can I sleep on the sofa? ’

The ‘didi—’ text message rang in the room.

Serena quickly clicked, and when she saw it, she turned back angrily: ‘No! ’

'why? Yaquan's text message also came back soon.

‘Choose one between bed and floor, there is no third option. ’

‘Then I’ll sleep on the floor. ’

Serena looked at the word ‘floor’ on the phone screen and jumped with anger.

"what are you doing?"

All of a sudden, she got up too fiercely and stood high on the big bed, shocked that Ya Quan immediately turned her head to look over.

Selena lost her phone, got out of bed, and walked towards him.

Yaquan looked at her eyes with implied anger, and just watched her approach step by step.

Serena first stood still in front of Yaquan, and pushed his shoulders with both hands, pushing him back against the back of the sofa.

Then, she grabbed the nightgown around her thigh and pushed her legs apart, straddling his thigh.

"..."

Ya Quan's breath suffocated, and his eyes glared sharply.

Just now when she lifted the nightgown, it was exposed under his eyelids, not only had the thin white thighs, but also an indescribable black shadow.

This picture is too exciting.

Serena didn’t wear anything except the dressing gown, and Yaquan only wore a bath towel.

With her sitting, the thin bath towel under him couldn't stop the soaring body temperature of the two.

At this moment, the two met frankly, almost no difference.

"Yaquan..."

Serena's hand is like a kind of fire. On Yaquan's sturdy and powerful dry body, she flutters the fire at will.

"Se, Serena."

Really feeling, her hand slipped from her neck down her collarbone, and her fingertips brought out the high-voltage electricity flowing around in her body.

When her hand shifted to his chest, Ya Quan suddenly grabbed her wrist and grasped it very hard, as if letting go, the two would be forever.

"Don't you want me?"

The messenger's right hand was subdued, and Serena's other hand went to untie the strap of her nightgown, and looked at him with a wintry smile.

Seeing Serena's red lips opening and closing, Ya Quan only felt that his body temperature was soaring, and his backlog was about to explode.

"I……"

Ya Quan was just as if someone had caught her neck, her voice was too hoarse, and her eyes were dark and terrifying.

He just uttered a word in a hoarse voice. Before he could say it completely, Serena suddenly kissed him and completely blocked his lips.

There is no need to create any atmosphere specially for the two people who are doing firewood and fire. As long as their bodies get close, they will be hot enough.

This kiss was like a spark of fire, and it was out of control in an instant.

Serena, who had been in the leading position, kissed and kissed her. She didn't know when the nightgown got out of her body, and she was also slammed under her by Ya Quan.

"Ah! Yaquan..."

Serena's voice was charming, and her neck suddenly narrowed.

He bit her.