The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

however--

The sound of breathing in the ear gradually amplified.

When she felt the moist and hot lips leave traces on her ears, her heart couldn't help trembling violently.

Snapped!

The light in the bedroom was turned off by the man.

The dim warm yellow light came on, and even the environment became ambiguous.

Wen Ran heard Fu Chenlie's voice ringing in his ears: "If Vice President Wen is really worried that it will affect my wound, why not be on top?"

Her face instantly heated up.

How should she answer this kind of words? !

In the end, the two of them didn't have much sex, and she couldn't face this kind of affair with a completely open mind for the time being.

Although, she once felt happy in it.

"Why don't you speak?"

"say what?"

He threw the question again: "Will it be on top, huh?"

Wen Ran bit the bullet and answered, "Can you stop asking directly?"

"If you don't ask directly, don't you want to hug Vice President Wen to the top, won't it affect the wound even more?"

"You better shut up."

The man smiled lowly: "Okay."

After a word fell, he kissed her lips again.

When kissing, Wen Ran tasted the faint smell of tobacco in his mouth, the taste he didn't like at first, but felt in his mouth, but with an inexplicable sweetness.

She couldn't help wrapping her arms around his neck.

When he was in love, his thin lips stopped next to her ear, and then a very bewitching voice sounded: "Do you like it?"

"what?"

"Do you like me?"

Wen Ran gave a low "hmm".

But he refused to let her go, and bit her ear as punishment: "Speak out."

"Hi... like it."

"I'll make you like it even more."

Her body has been teased to such an unbearable level that she doesn't even want to think about what the man is talking about.

Even the response was vague.

Until his voice fell, a new round of battle kicked off again.

Wen Ran was in a daze before she understood the deep meaning of that sentence.

The battle was fierce, and she felt as if she had died once. When she was held in the arms of a man afterwards, the woman was still thinking——

Does his wound really matter?

But she was so tired, so tired that she didn't even have the energy to say a word.

I wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep.

However, the man's hand dishonestly touched under her collarbone.

Wen Ran took it away: "Don't touch it."

He asked, "Why?"

"Sleepy." She didn't even open her eyes when she answered these two words.

Fu Chenlie's chuckling voice reached his ears: "Sleep with you."

Obviously, he didn't intend to stop at this.

Wen Ran opened her eyes, turned over to face him, looked at the smile in the man's eyes and the satisfied arc of the corner of his mouth, and knew that his cup was not enough to overflow.

There was some concern in her eyes: "That...does it affect your wound? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Really?"

He smiled: "It's fine if you feel good."

Her complexion changed suddenly, and she was a little embarrassed, but she still had the courage to reason with him: "Don't be so high-sounding, okay? You started it first, and I was the one who took it passively."

Fu Chenlie pinched her chin, and looked into her eyes with black eyes: "Is there anyone who stipulates that passive people can't be comfortable?"

Wen Ran, "..."

Why did she discuss these issues with this man afterwards? !