Wife Don't Make a Fuss

"Wife, don't …" Ji Wanzhou finally couldn't hold it in anymore. His voice was filled with lust, but at this moment, he was very restrained.

His voice was low and low, filled with suppressed lust, yet it carried a hint of hoarseness in it.

Meng Qingge was still full of energy and didn't hear Ji Wanzhou's words clearly, so she continued to grip his waist.

At this moment, Ji Wanzhou finally couldn't take it anymore and grabbed onto Meng Qingge's small hand that was on his waist.

Meng Qingge was shocked and tried to pull her hand away from Ji Wanzhou's.

However, Ji Wanzhou held her hand very tightly.

Then, he grabbed her hand and slowly moved it downwards.

Meng Qingge knew Ji Wanzhou's intention, so she tried even harder to pull her hand away.

But it was too late.

Her soft hands were grasped by Ji Wanzhou just like that, feeling his desire.

Meng Qingge was startled and exclaimed, "Ah ah ah!" "Ji Wanzhou, you scoundrel!