I married you just to get revenge on you

"Hello, sir. Please come with me to try on clothes." The waitress smiled and led Zhuang Che to walk over.

Zhuang Che looked back at Jiang Ruke step by step, with a look of fear in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid. Just trying on a few outfits."

Jiang Ruke walked over, rubbed Zhuang Che's face and encouraged him.

"Who's afraid? I'm not afraid! I... I'm not afraid." Zhuang Che secretly rubbed his face in Jiang Ruke's palm, turned around and left, and followed.

Jiang Ruke froze for a moment, then looked at his palm suddenly, it was a little hot.He chuckled, eyes full of love.

After entering the fitting room, Zhuang Che tossed about for a long time, holding the women's dress in his hand, but couldn't get it in!

"Ah! I'm so bored... I'm so bored! What is this? Just tear it up."

The waitress waited outside and said, "Sir, are you in any trouble? Do you need me to help you?"

"...need, need!" Although Zhuang Che didn't want this woman to see him wearing women's clothing, but now that he was threatened by Jiang Ruke, he could only do his best to meet his request.

"Okay sir, please wait a moment."

The waitress rolled her eyes, she pursed her lips and smiled, and instead of going directly to help Zhuang Che, she... went to find Jiang Ruke!

"That's it. Sir, your wife is having trouble in the fitting room. I don't think it's right for me to go in, so would you like to go and see?"

"You did the right thing. Thanks."

"Knock knock."

When he remembered the knock on the door, Zhuang Che thought it was a waitress, and opened the door without thinking, but who knew, it was Jiang Ruke who came in!

"You, what about you?" Zhuang Che was surprised for a moment, and immediately covered his left and right breasts tightly, his face was flushed, and even because of the change of women's clothes, only one piece remained. The exposed body was stained a little. Pale pink.

"Can't you put it on...I'll help you." Jiang Ruke kept a straight face and exhausted all his strength to ensure that he would not be impulsive.

He locked the door, took a step forward, and came to the opposite of Zhuang Che, standing next to him.

"Bitch Jiang, don't mess around. I can do my own thing. No, I really can't wear it... But that's not important... Hey, hey, don't squeeze my chest, it's at that level ..."

Zhuang Che had already stammered and started talking nonsense, Jiang Ruke ignored him and concentrated on putting on a skirt for him.

This first set is a pure white tube top dress, pure color, but with a bold chest hollow design, Zhuang Che is in a dilemma. Stretched, it seems looming, ready to come out!

After touching and pinching, who was extremely suspected of mopping up, he finally changed Zhuang Che into this set of skirts.

"...It's pretty." Jiang Ruke licked his lips. Even though the distance was so close, he couldn't stand the excitement easily. He suddenly covered Zhuang Che's eyes, lowered his head, and kissed Zhuang Che's chest!

"Your uncle! You are perverted, perverted, smelly and shameless! You?" Zhuang Che's face was about to turn red like a firecracker, and he raised his hand and grabbed Jiang Ruke's face indiscriminately.

"Snapped!"

Jiang Ruke withdrew his hand, stood up straight, blinked calmly, and said, "It's worth it."

"It's worth your sister!" Zhuang Che turned around with his hands on his chest, his back to Jiang Ruke, his eyes were full of tears, and the rims of his eyes were red.

Can I not be angry when I was molested, although... I still have a little excitement and impulsiveness in my heart.

Jiang Ruke blinked, looked at his little Cheche who was carrying her back, smiled silently, stretched out his hand, and groped in from under the skirt that was slit to the waist on one side.

"It's worth it!" His voice was a little louder.

Zhuang Che was stunned for a moment, then screamed trembling all over.

"Jiang Ruke... you die—"