The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  The palm of the man turned out to be hot.

  Mianmian didn’t know whether it was embarrassment or a mixture of joys and sorrows. The mist filled her eyes, and she held his hand tightly, as if she was afraid of being thrown away by him in disgust.

  Fortunately, Zhan Muqian's expression gradually eased a bit, and he didn't look so indifferent.

  He ended up holding her soft waist, his big palm supporting her buttocks, and holding her straight to the bed.

  The cotton skirt was taken off by herself, leaving only the inner yi on her body.

  At this time, he was put on the bed, and he couldn't help but get nervous.

  Although they had just been intimate and affectionate more than ten hours ago.

  But last night, her emotions were still complaining and angering him, not to mention the drugs she was in and it was difficult to hold on to herself.

  At this time, after several hours of struggle, I was finally on the verge of despair.

  Mianmian can't get angry or hate him, and is full of panic and fear...

  She was afraid that she would accidentally provoke him.

  After all, Zhan Muqian has always been very angry, and sometimes she will provoke him if she is not careful.

  It used to provoke him at most two reprimands, but now I don’t know if the result of angering him will be destroyed at any time.

  She was really terrified, for fear that she would incur even more terrible disasters for her father.

  ……

  She stared at him with her bright glazed eyes without turning, trembling, not even daring to move.

  Zhan Muqian touched her small face and chuckled, “You broke into the presidential palace in the middle of the night, what you asked for...but you just wanted me to want you? Why, didn’t you ask for enough last night?”

  Mianmian thought of the craziness last night, and her cheeks instantly burned red.

  But she can't say anything, and she can't scold him for being an idiot.

  He seemed to be smiling, and he reached out and dropped the small piece of cloth under her body that was as thin as a cicada's wings.

   Spread her legs proficiently, her eyes drooping——

Mianmian was so embarrassed that he wanted to hide himself, but he didn't even turn off the ceiling above the big bed.

  Bright, brightly lit.

  He bent her legs and put them left and right, then got up and pushed away.

  Mianmian couldn’t think of what he was going to do, but guessed that he might go to change clothes or get some tools...

  She was very scared, but she felt that this was probably her last chance.

   is also Jiang Xun’s last chance...

  She can't shrink back anyway.

  Even if Zhan Muqian wanted to torture her and abuse her, she did not dare to refuse.

  He walked back soon, Mianmian covered his eyes with his small hands, but he couldn't stop the bright lights.

   Feeling that one of her ankles was held by him, Mianmian couldn't help but sobbed and pleaded:

  "Can you turn off the lights..."

  He stopped, "Why?"

  Mianmian covered her face, only to cry, "Because, because of shame..."

  ……

  He seemed to hear something funny.

   snorted softly from his nose, "I have sold it. What's shameful? I'm your old acquaintance anyway. It's better than selling to others."

  Mianmian’s cheeks are even hotter, and subconsciously feel that he seems to particularly mind what happened last night, so he mentioned this to mock her again.

  He was unwilling to satisfy her small request like turning off the light, and she was also desperate.

  Anyway, I was slept by him several times...

  It's not that I haven't slept before.

  But he...

  He applied the ointment she was familiar with, and then got up to wash her hands.

  As he walked to the bathroom, he whispered, "How can I apply the medicine after turning off the light? I'm afraid of applying the wrong place."

  【Monthly ticket plus update, seventh update, continue to vote. . . . . 】