My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

"Little rascal!"

He called her that again, and it sounded very lustful.

Wen Lan was simply fascinated by his breath and his smell.

How could there be such a nice smelling man in the world?

The scent of rosemary on his body, the scent of soap on his body, and the masculine scent on his breath made her immersed in it and sniff it deeply. She could never get enough of it.

"Bastard!"

His hands kept moving up and down, and she also lost control. He was not a "big bad guy"!

"I didn't ask you to, nor did I order you to wear this. You chose it yourself."

He tried to excuse himself and kissed her ear, which was hot and burning.

"How could I know you would buy me such indecent clothes? Bu Yufan, you are so bad!"

Wen Lan knew what he was talking about. The shorts that matched the nightgown were simply unbearable to look at.

“This is pure handmade lace from France.”

He told her the brand.

"There's no lace at all! It's just a few thin straps. It can't even cover it."

She wanted to say something but hesitated.

“Why cover it up?”

He looked at her mischievously, his beautiful eyes sparkling.

"What's wrong with you?"

She hugged his neck tightly, bit her lip, and was about to continue speaking when she found that the curtains in the master bedroom were not closed.

She winked at him.

"What am I saying? Just finish what you're saying first."

He ordered her.

"Why aren't you afraid that others will be embarrassed?"

She answered him obediently.

"Miss, I've seen what it's like when you go crazy on me."

"When have I ever been crazy about you? We just cuddled and kissed each other, we never really did it."

"That's it. Are you already that crazy?"

"You don't like it?"

She pouted.

"I love my little bad boy!"

He spoke sweet words.

"I like my big bad, too!"

She jumped on top of him, right around his waist, just a little short of the most intimate distance.

"Can we close the curtains now?"

He shook his head and said no.

“Others will see it!”

He listened to her concerns and smirked again.

"You little rascal, you can do whatever you want to me, no one will see. You don't have to hold back and not scream anymore."

Outside the window, there was a gorgeous city skyline light show. The purple, orange, green, and blue lights were like silk, covering the naked skin of the two people.

He pressed a remote switch and familiar jazz music started playing.

Wen Lan's face suddenly became hot.

"How do you know it's this song?"

At this time, Bu Yufan had already put her on the bed and began to kiss her all over her body, sometimes roughly and sometimes tenderly.

"Little rascal, this is the song you were dancing to just now, right? You are such a naughty boy, and the lyrics are so naughty, how can I not remember it?"

Wen Lan listened to those blushing words and heard his embarrassing actions. She couldn't help closing her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, biting her fingers, breathing deeply and secretly.

As if he knew what she was thinking, he put his fingers to her lips, rubbing them, and replaced her own fingers.

"You big bad guy, how could you do that!"

She was already so excited by his service.

"Little rascal, if I don't know how to sing, how can I be worthy of this song?"

This is the title of that jazz song.

He picked her up, placed her on top of him, and whispered tenderly in her ears.

He could understand her subtle feelings.

When she was sad, he would immediately give her his kiss, anywhere she wanted him to kiss her, passionately and generously.

She only felt that her soul was suddenly rising into the air, rising slowly, falling, and then rising and falling faster. In just a short while, it flew to the highest clouds.

His breath, his voice, his kisses, his masculinity, were always with her.

"Tired and limp, huh?"

His thoughtfulness came at just the right time.

Wen Lan nodded, forgetting how to speak.

Another loving, she arrived faster.

She heard her own voice and his, and the rhythm that went from controlled to frantic.

It was just these shouts, these intimate words, even though she was saying and shouting, she couldn't think about what she was saying and what she was shouting.

"Do you still want it?"

He knew that she had orgasmed again and was most sensitive at this moment, so he kissed her body gently.

The sexy jazz music, like the light show outside the window, set the mood perfectly.

"I want you!"

She knew that he was enduring a lot of hardship and always cared for and protected her.

"Hmm? You want me so much?"

He hooked her up to talk again.

"That depends on whether you have the ability to take it away."

It was as if he was deliberately provoking her.

"Bastard……"

She began to tell him what he wanted to hear, and she said it with great feeling.

She even happened to send herself out in line with the progress of the song.

This time, it was his turn to indulge.

She went crazy on him and acted like his dirty girl without any scruples.

If it was affectionate and lingering just now, now it is stimulating and exciting.

"Give me!"

She hooked her arms around his neck, her eyes sparkling with love and desire.

"Give you all!"

He was unbridled, grasping the little bit of brutality she liked and conquered her.

Wen Lan only remembered that night. She was covered in sweat, limp and without a trace of strength, and seemed to fall asleep in his arms in an instant.

When she was half asleep and half awake, he made her enjoy it again. After that time, she was completely exhausted.

But he still kissed her ears, her neck, her shoulders, her body for a long time, and was gentle with her for a long time.

Until the slightest pain and sensitivity in her body completely disappeared.

Early in the morning, before daybreak.

Looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 28th floor, the river surface was covered with a layer of veil-like mist.

She turned over and saw that he was not in the bed.