The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  Zhan Muqian still wiped her hair in silence, without saying a word.

  Mian Mian repeated the **** words annoyedly.

  The man on the top of his head suddenly stopped his hand. After a while, he suddenly covered her small and exquisite head and face with a towel, making a gesture to suffocate her!

  Mian Mian yelled in resistance, and stretched out his hand to scratch his stomach.

Zhan Muqian squeezed the wet towel to the side, and Sen Leng said in a stern voice: "Did I say anything to you? I blame you for shame? How you and Zhan Muyan are the same thing, you It’s another thing to come here to wear a waistless skirt, Jiang Mianmian, you are not too young, can you always remember your identity, you are the wife of the chief, dressed in a place where all men are That's... it really gives me a long face!"

  Mianmian stared at him, and slapped him fiercely without hesitation or flinching.

  She had already had a fight with Zhan Muyan in the swimming pool, and she was already feeling upset. What does this old **** mean? !

   Isn't she picking her thorns? !

  The violent temper in her belly gradually rose, and she immediately grabbed the wet towel that was held by Zhan Muqian on the side of the sofa, rounded her arms and slapped him heavily.

"Dislike me? You can dislike me for anything. What's wrong with me? Isn't it just wearing a skirt and no chest or back, just a small piece on the back of the waist...Zhan Mu Yan is still wearing heavy makeup Huazhi Zhaozhang made a special trip here to seduce a man, why don't you talk about her, you just show that one is favoritism!"

  The little girl's handkerchief is very heavy.

  The skin between the man’s chest and abdomen instantly burned hot.

  The lethality of the semi-wet towel is far greater than she imagined.

  She didn’t know, so she just found that Zhan Muqian’s face was getting darker...

   Just when she started to feel anxious, she slowly moved her little butt, trying to prepare to escape——

  The man pounced on her like a fierce beast, and pulled off the big bath towel wrapped around her with a big hand.

  The girl’s fair and snowy skin was instantly exposed to the cold air——

  Mianmian's eyes widened, but she could only watch the man kiss and rub her...

   "Woohoo!"

  She wanted to refuse, but the man's strength was fierce and cruel, as if she didn't intend to give her a chance to escape.

  Mianmian twisted her waist and struggled. It's not that she is still totally unacceptable to do that with Zhan Muqian...

  But her mental preparation has not yet been fully prepared.

at least……

  At least not today!

  Today she was in a bad mood, and she quarreled with him, her hair was still wet, especially in his slightly rudimentary military apartment.

  The atmosphere is not good at all...

  ……

After finally getting a chance to breathe, Mianmian pleaded out of breath: "Can you stop, OK, I don't want to quarrel with you, I... my hair is still wet, and I will catch a cold if I continue to quarrel, Zhan Muqian," You don't hurt me anymore, the soul is light..."

  The man turned a deaf ear to her, holding her slippery **** with his big hands, and kissing her cheek hard—

Mianmian wrinkled her nose, her small mouth was so high, she looked at him grievously, "Zhan Muqian...why are you doing this, you know that I don't want to be with you... I just haven't been ready yet." Well, don’t always use strong ones, at least today, this sofa...I don’t know if it’s clean, after all, this is my first time, shouldn’t you choose a warm and romantic place? I don’t want it. The first time it happened to me on such a small sofa..."