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HE's COLD MAN, MY LOVE HUSBAND

"Uncle Jian, do you still love my Mom?" asked Jean with teary eyes. "Do I have to answer your question, Jean?" Jian stared with a heavy heart, his heart really didn't want to hurt Jeany, the daughter of the woman he loved until this moment, Nadine. "Thank you, you don't need to answer ... I already know the answer. All right Uncle take care ... we will meet in three years." said Jean with a smile turning her body around with a tear in the corner of her eye. Jeany walked into the airport lobby and went to New York to continue her studies in modeling and photography, leaving behind all the sweet memories of being with Jian. A male friend of her mother who Jeany just realized that he loved her. Jeany ... 21 years old, the beautiful daughter of Ardham and Nadine, had to leave the city in order to forget her feelings for Jian, a friend of her parents whom Jeany thought was uncle. Jian ... 35 years old, a handsome and cold man who once loved Nadine his best friend, has fallen in love with Nadine's daughter Jean but doesn't admit his feelings. Will Jeany's love be repaid? while Jian's love is still on her mother? How does Nadine react when she finds out that her daughter loves her best friend Jian from such a distance?

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144 Chs

make love like in a movie (1)

After being near Jian, Jean felt his skin already touch Jian's body skin. Like being electrocuted when his body was pulled hard in Jian's arms.

Jean's body pressed tightly against Jian's body, Jian's rushing breath hit Jean's face softly and warmly.

"Jean, let's continue with that, shall we?" Jian said as he continued the movie scene with the remote he was carrying.

Jean looked dimly at Jian's face, then looked at the television which continued the scene of shaking a man's stick in a woman's mouth.

"You want to do it Jean?" Jian asked holding his trunk which was already standing upright waiting for Jean's lips to touch.

Jean was silent, chanting prayers so as not to be hysterical later.

While watching the television, Jean inched closer to Jian's trunk and touched it gently, feeling warm and moist.

"Should I do like the Uncle television?" Jean asked again swallowing his saliva.