Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shui Miaomiao was lying in Shen Mochen's arms, leaning his head and watching him open Baidu pictures on his phone.

Her hair fell on his chest, itchy.

Shen Mochen gave her a soft look and entered the words of a certain palace.

The phone popped up immediately.

Shen Mochen had to pass by one by one.

Shui Miaomiao blushed.

China's five thousand years of history and culture are really broad and profound.

To some extent, the ideas of the ancients were at the forefront of the world.

Think about it too. At that time, the ancients, the three wives and four concubines, the siblings, the father and son, the same wife, and the siblings can get married, that topic, that thought.

No TV, no computer, no entertainment. All the pastimes are used on it. It must be extraordinary. The art has specialization.

Looking at the pictures, they are all very artistic.

Under the moon before the flowers, Lang Lang was sunny, Shao Lang and his wife and concubine in the garden, **** Acacia.

There are dogs in the house, by the way, especially, I like to have a monkey or something.

Uh……

The garden design is remarkable and used to the extreme.

Withered vines, old trees, small bridges, running water, others, ancient roads, in broad daylight, there is no excuse for not having electric lights.

Shui Miaomiao thought of an adapted ancient poem that he accidentally saw online.

It's about this.

Crying, uncle, mixed pressure. (Dry vine old tree faint crow)

Tips, running water, any, clip. (Xiaoqiao Liushui Renjia)

Tinkering, fine stitching, hand numbness. (Gudao Westwind Skinny Horse)

Suck the sun, under the knees, broken heart, licking. (Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon)

The more she looked, the brighter Shui Miaomiao's face was, and her thoughts drifted.

She glanced at Shen Mochen, cleared her throat, and said softly: "Don't you think I am in this physical condition now, is it inappropriate to look at these pictures?"

Shen Mochen did feel it, his eyes were covered with a layer of **** mist, and the colors in his eyes shone, glowing and glowing.

If it were not for her physical condition, they might be doing what the ancients did now.

Shen Mochen found that he was looking for abuse.

He put the phone away and put it on the nightstand, mutely said: "Go to bed early."

"Well. Okay." Shui Miaomiao responded and turned over, facing the wall.

Shen Mochen turned off the light and looked at her delicate back.

Neither of them spoke, quietly hearing each other's breathing.

His nose is full of the sweet smell of her body. The picture that I just saw flashed in my mind. The picture became more and more clear. The woman in the painting was replaced by Shui Miao Miao.

In his bones, blood was tumbling, and instinct was clamoring.

This will definitely not work.

Shen Mochen sat up.

Shui Miaomiao felt the movement behind him, turned to look at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to take a bath, you go to bed first." Shen Mochen dropped this sentence, got up from the bed, and entered the bathroom.

Shui Miaomiao pursed her mouth and stared at the bathroom.

What if she wants to take a shower?

He knew what she was thinking about it, how embarrassing, or bear with it, go to sleep.

Shen Mochen came out after taking a shower, stood at the head of the bed, watching Shui Miaomiao with her back to her.

With cold air on his body, he temporarily quelled his desires and calmed the little beast in the blood. He was afraid that she would sleep and wrap up. He could bear it, and his brother could not bear it.

Her health is above all else.

He was afraid of hurting the child.

"Miao Miao." Shen Mochen shouted.

Shui Miaomiao was still asleep, looked at him, sat cross-legged, turned on the light, and asked, "What's wrong?"