Mrs. Chen has never felt that the night is so long. The man on her body seems to be happy and working hard again and again. But her whole body is numb, and the numbness coming from her lower body makes her whole body feel like a dead body.
Like a fish, it lies motionless.
Su Changsheng had already thought about Chen's reaction, and felt increasingly bored. He cursed a few times while doing it, and after hastily venting his anger, he immediately pulled away, took the clothes aside, wiped them, and threw them on the kang.
"I said you look like a dead person, ah, you didn't say a word, are you dead?" Through the moonlight, he looked at Chen with disgust.
Chen sat up numbly, covered her naked body with a quilt, and said in a cold voice: "Su Changsheng, I am your wife, not one of those unruly women from Goulan Courtyard outside."
"Bah!" Su Changsheng sneered coldly and said, "How can you compare with others? The village head Widow Song is better than you."
Hearing his words like this, Chen was trembling with anger. How could he, how could he compare her with those people?
"You, get out." She pointed at the door angrily: "Su Changsheng, get out of here."
"Just leave, Chen Meiniang, do you think I care about you? You just begged me to come, but I won't come. What the hell." Su Changsheng sighed, put on his pants, slammed the door hard and left.
Mrs. Chen cried loudly, and her sad cry made people feel sad and uncomfortable.
Su Liu opened her eyes, listened to Chen's cries of grievance, smelled the obscene smell in the air, and really wanted to vomit.
Su Changsheng, this scumbag!
Listening to Mrs. Chen crying and putting on her clothes carefully, Su Liu could feel the grievance and pain in her heart. Her husband compared her with a prostitute. How humiliating was that?
Su Liu sighed silently, hummed deliberately, and turned over. Chen immediately covered her mouth and did not dare to cry out, but it just turned into a suppressed sob.
We must leave this home and this scumbag as soon as possible, Su Liuhe thought with his eyes closed.
But Su Changsheng called the door to the east chamber open and sat on the kang angrily.
Seeing him like this, Mrs. Zhou knew in her heart that she must be unhappy on the other end. She put on her coat, walked to the table, poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him.
When I got closer, I smelled the lingering scent of pleasure and love on his body, and I couldn't help but feel angry and jealous in my heart, but I managed to hold it back.
"Cai'er is fine, what's wrong? Are you having trouble?" Mrs. Zhou held his arm considerately and asked softly.
Su Changsheng took a sip of water and glanced at her. Under the light, Mrs. Zhou was only wearing a water-red bellyband with peonies embroidered on it. The two lumps on her chest seemed to be about to jump out, and she wore a t-shirt outside.
With her thin coat and loose black hair, she is as charming as she wants.
That's all, when he saw it, Su Changsheng's evil fire that had not been defeated by Mrs. Chen surged up again. He put down the tea cup and pressed Mrs. Zhou on the kang.
"Die Xiang, you did it over there and you did it to me again, you're so dirty." Zhou smacked her with her hand, with a look of irritation on her face, but from Su Changsheng's point of view, she was trying to get away with it.
"Dirty, how dirty it is, why don't you beg me for being dirty?" Su Changsheng opened her bellyband, held her two balls with his big hand, and guided her hand up to the giant thing with his other hand, saying, "What a cinnamon tree."
, it’s better for you, help me get out of trouble quickly.”
