Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shen Mochen's face widened in front of her.

Shui Miaomiao pushed his chest and reminded: "The waiter should deliver the meal after a while."

"Oh." Shen Mochen responded.

"Huh?" Shui Miaomiao looked at Shen Mochen suspiciously.

Does he mean to do it or not to do it?

He hooked her chin and said softly, "Isn't there another time?"

Shui Miaomiao raised his eyebrows and raised his mouth slightly.

Does he mean they hurry up and do it?

She reached out and hooked his neck.

Shen Mochen raised her lips and kissed her lips, "Give you a massage and get down."

"Uh..." Shui Miaomiao groaned in his heart, sinking, disappointed, thinking he wanted it that way.

However, she just rejected it hypocritically, and now she asks again, it seems inappropriate.

Shui Miaomiao glanced at him bleakly, swelled his dissatisfied cheeks, and lay down with his arms folded and pressed under his chin.

Shen Mochen is happy to see her displeasure.

How could he make her dissatisfied.

He straddled his knees, knees on both sides of her body, rolled her skirt over her shoulder blades, and her warm lips fell on her cervical spine.

His lips seemed to be magical, and the electricity was so fierce that he ran through her spine.

Shui Miaomiao twisted his shoulder to protest.

Shen Mochen's kiss went down with her spine.

"Shen Mochen, itchy." Shui Miaomiao complained, his legs straightened.

"Oh." His lips moved to her back again.

"Itchy!" she squeezed, turning her head, and looked at him in disgust.

"Okay, okay, just a moment." Shen Mochen coaxed, falling directly to the place where she was hurt.

The strength of your fingertips is just right.

Her breathing is not smooth.

Until he went down.

Shui Miaomiao can still feel pain, the sensory impact is completely controlled by him.

Shen Mochen squeezed her waist and finally got her wish.

He could clearly see them together, tightly.

She can also be seen as an elegant kitten, whimpering softly.

What seemed to be hitting him in his heart, rippled circle after circle.

There was a thriving scenery in the room.

Afterwards, Shen Mochen gently kissed her on the shoulder.

Shui Miaomiao was very comfortable being served, looked back at him, and caught a trace of tiredness in his eyes, but it hurt him a little.

After all, he has always contributed.

"Shen Mochen." Shui Miaomiao shouted softly, with a sensual and charming voice.

Shen Mochen lay beside her, rubbing her head.

Shui Miaomiao got into his arms and hugged his strong waist.

Have a rest.

She remembered a question, looked up at Shen Mochen, and met his good-looking eyes.

"Well, is it a day for men to run out of bullets?"

Shen Mochen: "..."

How did this problem make him so uncomfortable, what did his little woman think?

Shen Mochen carried her ears pointedly and said sternly: "Relax, make sure you can't use it every day of your life."

"Oh." Shui Miaomiao chuckled.

She said that she was just a habitual smile.

Shen Mochen twisted her eyebrows. Why did she feel that she had a sense of disbelief and irony.

He continued to hold her ears, "Small things, it's not good, is it."

"It's so cool, don't carry my ears, it hurts." Shui Miaomiao pulled his hand away.

Shen Mochen let go and looked deeply at Shui Miaomiao.

This woman, after being full of feet, became more enchanted and smiled, all beautiful and touching.

Fortunately, she is his!