Crazy

Women's minds would always run wild after their passion.

"Then should I also be worried that my wife, who is as beautiful as a flower and younger than me, will despise me for being old and not love me anymore?" He asked with a low laugh, thinking that she was overthinking again.

"I won 't." She listened and answered reflexively.

"Madam's promise is also mine. "

After she heard that, she looked at him.

"Have a good rest. If you think too much, I might ..." He said in a low voice, but his hand was playing tricks, slowly moving up her thigh.

She quickly tightened her legs, glared at him, and closed her eyes to stop thinking.

He watched as she breathed smoothly and fell asleep.

Mo Yancheng lowered his head to look at her, but his eyes darkened. Did she think that she could hide what happened today from him? He had long known about that hairstyle.