There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

For the first time, I was really afraid of Mr. Model.

This is mainly because I feel a little guilty, although I don't know why I feel guilty, after all, it is not stated in my foster contract that I can only foster him alone, so legally speaking, I am clearly innocent.

But when Mr. Model is not smiling, he is very scary and eerie, like a horrible serial murderer, but his face is too handsome and his body is too good.

I was very distressed, because I felt that even if I bought a building, I couldn't appease Mr. Model, not to mention that things like buildings are not just bought, which is too exaggerated.

I didn't dare to speak along the way, and I just grabbed the quilt and nestled in the arms of Mr. Model.

So useless, I seem to hear the cry of my father from heaven.

When I finally got home, Mr. Model threw me in the bathtub with a cold face.

"Li..." I'm a little unhappy, my head hurts too, Mr. Model should rub me gently and considerately now, and cook porridge for me.

He clearly knew that it was impossible for me to sleep with others, and the doctor's white chicken couldn't sleep with me.

"Huh?" Mr. Model answered me heavily, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and the eyeballs were black.

I still don't dare to provoke him.

"I have a headache." I muttered.

Mr. Model turned on the water on his own, and washed me from head to toe, with eyes that wanted to swallow me up.

I really know how scary he is now, and I can't even believe how my gentle model man has become like this.

He washed it for a long time, and I felt that my skin was about to turn red before he stopped and hugged me to the bed without saying a word.

I thought it was over now, so I pushed him and said, "I have a headache and want to drink porridge."

Mr. Model did not cook the porridge as I wished, and took off his clothes slowly, and gave me a faint look.

"It hurts me too, and I want to do it to you."

How should I say it?Usually when he said these obscene words, his voice was very warm and with a smile, but this time it was gone and full of coolness.

"Why are you in pain?"

He didn't drink alcohol, nor was he held in the bathtub for half an hour by others, so why did it hurt.

Mr. Model stopped for a while, and then began to bite my ear gently.

I am most afraid of others touching my ears, it is very itchy, I am about to cry.

Normally, Mr. Model listens to me very much, so he won’t do this.

"Don't bite my ear." I couldn't help but say something.

Mr. Model licked it with his tongue: "I want to bite."

Just like what Mr. Model is showing now, he is always against me in the whole matter. I said it was too deep or too fast, but he completely ignored me and continued to go deeper on his own.

I expressed that I didn't want it any more, but he ignored it, kissed me hard a few times, and stuffed his stuff in again.

I was almost done to death, my whole body was limp and my bones were about to melt.

I don't know how long it took for Mr. Model to stop. Anyway, my voice was hoarse, my eyes were almost swollen from crying, my limbs were weak, and I couldn't move.

It's the first time I'm so embarrassed, I don't look like a president at all.

"I'm very angry, Chen Yu'an." Mr. Model hugged me from behind, and kissed my ear very tenderly.

I was too lazy to move, so I just casually kissed him.

"You are not allowed to drink alcohol in the future, do you hear me?"

I am the benefactor, the biggest benefactor.

I originally wanted to refute like this, but felt that this might hurt his self-esteem, so I closed my mouth sullenly.

I don't drink alcohol, the lesson I have learned this time is enough, I will definitely not be able to go to the company tomorrow, and my money will be less.

It's really a prodigal to raise a moody model Mr.

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