What about his high and cold character?
Her round buttocks rubbed against his hot pestle.
If he wasn't afraid of scaring her, he would have kissed her hard and then kneaded her into his body.
"Xi Mu City, have you recovered from your injuries? Quickly let me down. This way, your wounds that you've healed with great difficulty will open up again." In exchange for her struggling, he had been able to hold her back even more tightly. His large hand had firmly restrained her slender waist, and in the end, Xia Xiaoling sighed softly.
"If you don't move, then it's fine." His quiet, low voice was in her ear.
"But this is strange." Moreover, there was something tough. It seemed to be … The symbol of a man!
"Boom!" Xia Xiaoxiao really wanted to find a hole to hide in.
Ignoring her blush, a man pressed his lips against her slender neck and said once more, "Wife, let's fall in love!"
"Eh …" For a moment.