They are in that place now, so why doesn't she react as violently to him as before?
Are you really tired of him?
When she thought of this, Xue Mo suddenly lost interest and withdrew from her body before she had finished venting her anger.
I could only hear Xiaoxiao finally breathe a sigh of relief and mutter in a low voice, "It's finally over, I'm exhausted."
Xue Mo heard these words, and felt a pain in her heart. She put on her clothes silently, and when Xiao Xiaoli ignored her, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again. Xue Mo felt so wronged and so painful...
They returned to their home silently, spent the whole day watching the sky in the yard, and then returned to their room silently.
On this day, he didn't eat anything.
The next day, he called Xue'er and Liu'er, and said to them with a cold face and a cold tone, "Is this king ugly now?"
Xue'er and Liu'er looked at each other, what's wrong with Wang? Why would you ask such a question? He is a handsome man who is famous in the country, how could he become ugly?
"King, your appearance is truly the most beautiful man in the world."
Xue Mo sighed lowly and stretched out his hand to rub the center of his brow, "Then, is my body not as good-looking as before?"
The two looked at each other again, and in the incomprehensible look in their eyes, Xueer spoke, "Wang, your body, your body is unmatched by any man."
She had seen Wang's toned body before when he was taking a bath.
As clear and smooth as jade, yet toned and healthy, it is enough to form a fatal attraction to every woman.
Xue Mo glanced at them sadly, stretched out a slender finger to touch her lips, and sighed faintly, "Xue'er, go and bring the bronze mirror to me."
They must be lying, they must be deceiving themselves. If he is still as beautiful as before, how could his Xiang'er not like him anymore.
I took the bronze mirror over, and the picture was not clear, but I could vaguely see the stunningly beautiful face in the mirror.
The so-called beauty has flowers as appearance, birds as sound, the moon as god, willow as form, jade as bones, ice and snow as skin, autumn water as posture, and poetry as heart.