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

  She grinned and cried and hummed: "If you hit me again, I will really be angry, Zhan Muqian...you are getting too much!"

  Mianmian is not only shame and pain, the most obvious feeling is grievance.

  A heart is wet, she can't figure out how Zhan Mu Qian could be so bad to her...

  The man’s big hand turned over her body, a hand was placed under her, he suddenly leaned over and bit her blushing lips...

  The cotton eye rims are all red, so I stared at him with a pair of eyes.

  The man kissed very hard, his greedy and cruel gesture was like swallowing her in his belly.

  Mianmian whimpered until the man’s warm palms covered her shoulders, touching her shoulders that were chilled by the sea breeze.

   "Is it cold now, eh?"

  Mianmian stared at him, almost crying with anger.

  She grinned and said: "Of course it's cold, so cold, it will catch a cold, it will really catch a cold here, and I'm afraid..."

  The little woman bit her lower lip, and said pitifully in an imploring tone, while her eyes carefully looked at the man's face.

   "Please, please go to the car, please, please..."

  Mianmian is still small, but it's not that he can't feel the beast that this man hasn't dissipated.

  Don't let him be fierce and enjoyable...he will not let it go.

  But you can’t really be in this place...Mianmian just imagines that kind of explicit picture, and feels like he’s going crazy!

  She begged miserably for a long time.

  The man only slightly eased his face.

  He curls his lips, smiles **** and charming but full of scorn.

   "Now that I know I am shy, I am so afraid of being seen?"

  Mianmian did not refute, but nodded heavily. She was afraid, of course she was afraid.

  Zhan's head curled his lips, smiling like a bad pervert.

  He is holding the soft waist of cotton in one hand, but the other hand is still under the hem of her skirt.

  Mianmian bit her lower lip tightly, and tried her best to restrain her from screaming...

   "Dare to be disobedient in the future, eh?"

   "No, I dare not..."

   "Then, let me not touch you, eh?"

  Mianmian’s face was almost burning.

  She squeezed her face, her beautiful little white legs faltered and she couldn't stand it at all.

  She lacked confidence and said: "Let...let it."

  ……

  Zhan Chief got the answer that he was satisfied with, and finally held up her little ass, holding her straight back into the car.

  ……

  Mianmian thinks this night is terrible.

  Zhan Mu Qian and the normal and serious head had no similarities at all.

  He is like a demon with lustful desires, haunting her, tossing her endlessly...

  The black Bentley parked by the sea shook for at least two hours.

  ……

  Finally, Mianmian’s two small white legs were hung on his shoulders, and his small hands covered his mouth, so sad that he couldn’t cry.

  He, he actually...

  Mianmian closed her eyes and refused to look at it, and Zhan Muqian badly twisted the tender meat on her ass, so pain that she was forced to open her eyes wide.

  Looking at the picture so unbearable to look straight.

  She finally couldn't help crying out in a low voice: "You are going to break me, Zhan Muqian, I will never like you again, you are a pervert..."

  ……

  The next morning, when Mianmian woke up, she was already on the big bed in her bedroom.

   To be precise, it was on Zhan Muqian’s big bed.

  She was warm all over, and she pushed her suddenly, only to find that she was sleeping in the arms of a man.

  【Three shifts, please ask for votes, 7 plus shifts for over thirty-five nights. Whoever scolds my uncle, I will hit whoever ╮(╯▽╰)╭】