Your Excellency, I love you!

The moment he really wanted her, she almost tensed up, and her hands scratched bright red marks on his back.

She didn't feel the pain, because Mo Shiche did a lot of foreplay, even if Luo Qiangwei didn't want to have sex with him, his actions could make her emotional after all, she couldn't control herself, but she was very resistant to enjoying this situation The next love.

Because she felt flustered - flustered Mo Shiche, who had always hated her for not loving her, would actually treat her like this, would... show her such a hurt expression.

She would rather he continue to loathe her in this life than to have that expression on her.

What does it mean.

Do you want to express your love for her - no, how could he love her, how... could love her.

Yes, he won't love her, not in the last life, not in this life, not in the next life!

The large bed of excellent texture was shaking violently, the man pressed the woman under him, and tried to occupy her with all his strength.

Luo Qiangwei didn't make a sound the whole time, her lower lip was bitten tightly, bleeding from the bite.

I don't know how long it took, but this intense action finally came to an end.

Mo Shiche pulled out, propped himself up and kissed Luo Qiangwei's nose tip at the same time. He reached out to carry her to the bathroom, but the woman on the bed ran away like a sneer.

The next second, a loud slap fell on the man's face.

Mo Shiche turned his face away from being slapped, he maintained a half-kneeling position on the edge of the bed, licked the tip of his tongue lightly at the corner of his mouth, and smiled mockingly, "If I can slap you once, I think it's worth it—"

Luo Qiangwei's pupils shrank when she heard this, and suddenly raised her hand to hit him again.

The man could hide but he didn't. He slapped her again. He stretched out his hand to touch his face, and looked at her with his lips curled up. "Do you want to slap your face on the other side? If you want to slap two more, can I do it again?"

Luo Qiangwei looked at him with wide eyes, her lips trembling slightly, "Mo Shiche, I'm not a tool for you to vent your desire!"

The man smiled coldly, "But you are my wife. Since you said that divorce is no big deal, then I think I should also emphasize your obligations as a wife, don't you think so?"

She was stunned for a moment, and then laughed sarcastically, "You are ashamed to say these words, Mo Shiche, you really make me admire you."

"Then you'd better look at it more clearly. I was not a good person, but it was doomed from the moment you chose to love me. You chose me." He touched her face with a cold hand, "So you Now she is my wife, she will lie under me and have sex with me - you have to remember, this is your own choice, Luo Qiangwei. "

She opened her slightly red eyes, and smiled mockingly, "So, are you trying to say that I deserved it?"

"Maybe." The man stood up straight, looking down at her coldly, "but you are mine now, no matter how you argue, you are mine, not Yan Chu's, nor other men's."

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Mo Shiche put on a bathrobe and went downstairs.

As a result, at the top of the stairs, I ran into Old Madam Mo who was wandering around, seeing him rushing over to grab him, "Hey, Che'er..."

As soon as she got close, she smelled the aftermath of her grandson... Suddenly, her old face was like a spring breeze, and she pulled him downstairs with a smile, and brought him a big bowl of tonic soup, "Drink it up, you say you The young man made it so late...is Qiangwei asleep?"