Chi Guoguo's picture of a man, Wild Rose couldn't help but flashing through Su Qi's mind, her head suddenly felt hot, and she almost had a nosebleed.
She quickly hides the picture, and then reads the text description below carefully. Halfway through, her face becomes hotter and hotter.
"No, it turns out that when a man is really impulsive, things will grow longer and bigger... Oh no, he hates me when I talk about how short he is."
Wild Rose read the abstract and put her head in her hands, feeling extremely ashamed and regretful.
Although she really lacked knowledge in this area, she also knew that men were most afraid of others doubting the function of his place, and yet she still talked about his shortness so loudly.
No wonder she was so angry. If it were her, she would probably jump up and strangle the other person to death.
She originally thought that she would never see him again in the future, and she did not intend to forgive him for saying such outrageous things to her, but now it seems that she should be the one who should apologize.
It turns out that she really has no common sense, but can you blame her?
She has been wild since she was a child. Her mother died young and her family is full of men. No one has ever told her about this stuff, and she doesn't deliberately look for these things. I really can't blame her.
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Late at night, Dongfang Xing was in the study and had settled the matter. He walked back to the bedroom with gentle steps. Under the soft light, Xiahou Huan'er had fallen asleep deeply. She was really not an ordinary wild sleeper.
, half of the quilt had been kicked to the ground by her.
It's easy to catch a cold if she kicks under the quilt in this weather. I really don't know how she takes care of herself.
Dongfang Xing gently picked up the quilt, covered her with it, and tucked it in. He didn't realize that the eyes he was looking at her were so gentle, with a hint of doting.
Her low murmur reached his ears.
He subconsciously put his ear to her lips, trying to hear clearly what she was saying.
There was a soft smile on Xiahou Huan'er's lips, as if she was having a sweet dream, and she whispered: "Husband, I love you to death... don't leave me..."
Dongfang Xing was shocked when he heard this. He raised his body and looked at the sweet sleeping face with a complicated expression.
Although she has been pestering him and insisting that he is her husband, and the child in her belly is indeed his, in his mind, except for the brief contact with her a few years ago, he no longer
I can't remember anything about her either.
Is the husband she talks about really him?
His heart clenched inexplicably, and for a moment, he really hoped that he had lost his memory and that he had really forgotten her.
He couldn't accept that she was someone else's wife, and he couldn't accept that she was touched by another man.
Whenever he thought of another man beside her, raging anger could not help but burn in his heart. No, he would not allow it.
Dongfang Xing clenched his fists suddenly, suddenly realizing that he had such a strong desire to possess her.
This realization made him run away a little confused.
He escaped from the bedroom and sat on the sofa in the hall. He subconsciously reached into his bag and wanted to take out the cigarette case, but suddenly remembered that he had thrown away all the cigarettes.
A little frustrated, he went to the refrigerator, took out a can of beer, easily pulled the tab away, and then looked up and drank crazily.
It was very quiet at night, and in Nuo Da's suite, it was even more eerily quiet.
