He has to face so many people at work every day. If there were more traces of pleasure on his neck, he would really not have to go out.
He turned over and pressed her down, replying to her threat: "If you dare to do that, I will torture you until you can't get out of bed." At the same time, he touched the secret place between her thighs with his big palm.
She quickly escaped from his oppression and rolled to the end of the bed. "Ha, you are so bad, let me go!"
He followed her all the way to the end of the bed, trying to subdue her again. "Do what you say, wife, and neither of us will suffer."
She wrapped her nightgown tightly, jumped out of bed, ran across the carpet, and sat on the sofa. She educated him from a distance: "That's enough for you. You have to put your work first and not indulge in bed."
"You were the one who teased me first, you can't blame me." He slowly walked to the other sofa next to her and sat down, looking at the deep groove exposed in front of the collar of her nightgown, and explained.
She didn't notice the temptation on her chest and retorted: "How could I be provocative and tease you? It's unfair." But he, wearing only a pair of underwear and pants, was dangling in front of her with evil intentions!
Qiao Ye looked at the pile of clothes she had changed out of on the stool beside the bed. From outer skirts to panties to underwear, they were all placed in a pile. You can imagine what she was wearing under her nightgown.
Body, body. "You change your clothes in front of me. Isn't it provocative?"
Seeing that he had no tendency to attack her anymore, she sat opposite him and said, "You can't let me change clothes outside the door. This is my room."
"I think if you change outside the door, I will be more imaginative." She undressed outside the door, took off everything, and walked towards her wearing only a nightgown. What a strong temptation it was.
She took a pillow and put it in front of her, telling him clearly: "You still don't admit that you are a pervert husband?"
He moved to sit next to her, put his arm around her shoulders, and looked around her body. "I am truly a perverted husband. I will definitely make you happy every night."
She hurriedly pushed his clutches away with a pillow and said disgustedly: "You're so lewd, I'll ignore you." After saying that, she got up and walked out of the bedroom.
Qiao Ye didn't know, so he sat on the sofa and asked, "Hey, where are you running?" There was no way she could run out of the house in her nightgown.
"I'm going to sleep in the guest room." Xie Yunshu quickly walked out of his room without looking back.
He stood up and followed her, not knowing which room she was going to enter. "Won't I chase you if you go to the guest room?"
"..." She was defeated by his clingy state. She walked in the corridor for a long time, but she didn't know which room was the guest room. She turned to him and asked: "There are so many rooms, which one is the guest room?"
He had no choice but to pull her open the door and enter.
Turning on the light, the room had white curtains and white quilt, which was similar to the hotel outside. It was indeed an authentic guest room. Qiao Ye pulled her to lie down on the quilt together, leaning against the bed head and backrest, hugging each other and talking.
The plot at this time triggered his memory, and he asked her: "By the way, do you still remember the intimate contact we had on the night of our celebration?"
She shook her head, looked around and said, "It's been so long, and besides, I was drunk at the time, so I can't remember what happened the next day." She was so sad and at a loss what to do, but now that it's over, she still remembers what she was doing.
Qiao Ye thought about it again and said, "I always felt that something was wrong about that day. You didn't climb up on my bed and jump on me, did you?" He looked down at her, but he was sure that she was not the kind of person who took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.