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

Wen Lan took the two boxes and turned them over and over in her hands, distinguishing them.

"What is this? Throat lozenges?" she blurted out without thinking.

Bu Yufan was not amused by her meaningful question and burst out laughing.

"In a sense, if you insist, you can call it a throat lozenge."

"In a sense?"

"Well, yeah. It's all food anyway." He smiled wickedly.

"What, exactly?"

Wen Lan asked again, and Bu Yufan leaned close to her ear and whispered the answer.

"You bad guy!" She hit his chest hard. "When did you buy it?"

"Last night, when you weren't paying attention."

"Throat lozenges? Huh? You actually said it was a kind of throat lozenge?" She remembered his badness and continued to hit him with her fist.

"Isn't it? If you try harder, it won't be much different from throat lozenges." He bound her wrists and twisted her arms behind her back.

At this time, Wen Lan wanted to laugh crazily and do something crazy with him.

She really couldn't bear it anymore because of this alluring feeling.

"Where do you want to go? Hmm?" She got rid of his restraints and took off the loose Dior shirt. Then she took off the tight white vest on her body, wearing only a charming black ultra-thin strap triangle cup bra and denim hot pants.

His eyes lingered on her body and his fingers skimmed over her.

"No wonder you wore an extra shirt." His lips wrapped around the thin black fabric, making her shiver.

"No wonder what?" She pretended not to understand.

"If I don't wear an extra layer, how can such thin material block it?"

"What can you stop?" She enjoyed being taken care of by him and pulled him wantonly.

"It can be blocked...here." He announced the answer with his voice and his lips.

"Hmm!" She only agreed, and the series of similar sounds that followed were intertwined with her breathing and no longer had any practical meaning.

She ripped off his black VLTN short-sleeved shirt. "Are you hot wearing so many clothes?"

"Wife, come downstairs with me. Here, after all, there is a wrap-around living room with a full sea view." He pointed to the clear and transparent glass portholes.

Wen Lan leaned back coquettishly and laughed. The beautiful neck, connected to the curve of the chest, was healthy and natural, and he couldn't get enough of it.

He led her down the beige carpeted stairs and into the bedroom.

As soon as she was halfway through the door, Bu Yufan hugged her tightly and kissed her passionately.

"Wife! Wife..." He murmured to himself, moved and touched. He pressed her against the wall and closed the door with his foot.

The sexy deep kiss made her burn and suffocate. His high nose pressed against hers tightly, and the remaining air in her mouth was snatched away by him.

When she couldn't hold it back any longer, it seemed as if all the blood in her body rushed to her brain. The heat made her dizzy and enjoyable.

At that moment, Bu Yufan let her go, and she breathed heavily. This seductive voice seemed to ignite his next wave of passion.

He took off all her outer clothes, leaving only the black underwear with thin straps. The shoulder straps were thin, and the two straps on her waist were also thin.

"This room is soundproof. When I customized the yacht, I asked for soundproofing." He didn't even want to hold his breath. The burning, powerful, masculine scent sprayed on her ears and temples.

"Then can I breathe a little louder?" She immediately pulled him.

She also helped him take off his pants. "No wonder you're not hot, wearing such thin clothes, huh?" She also seduced him.

"You bought it, have you forgotten? If you buy it, I will wear it." He was wearing the thin summer fabric she chose, which was cool and sexy.

The two of them clung to each other passionately, kissing deeply over and over again, neither of them able to get enough of the other.

His fingers fell on the most slender part of her waist, one on the left and one on the right. Although he was controlling her, it was like playing the piano. His fingertips fell in an interlaced manner, exciting her wave after wave.

She was dazed and in a trance from his kiss until she heard the sound of the thin ribbon breaking.

He and she, next level.

"Wait a minute!" She suddenly stopped. "Let me try the mango sticky rice."

……

2 hours later.

She lay on the bed, resting her head on the comfortable slow-rebound pillow, and took the pizza he handed to her.

"Bu Yufan, you are so considerate. Even the pillow is the same brand and height as mine."

"Is it delicious?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Of course it's delicious. This is our hotel's oven-baked pizza. Even though it's not freshly baked, at least you heated it up. Delicious! Have another piece!"

She ate heartily without any burden. Without replenishing some calories, she wouldn't even have the strength to get out of his bed.

He moved closer, half of his body weight resting on her, and licked the ketchup off the corner of her mouth.

"I was talking about throat lozenges," he teased her again.

Wen Lan smiled sweetly.

"Didn't you ask me several times at that time?"

"How did I ask?" His voice turned into a bass again.

"Ask me if it's sweet," she recalled, gazing into his eyes tenderly.

"You asked me if it's sour." She was definitely not talking about the taste.

"And told me to eat slowly so I wouldn't choke on the candy."

She took it easy.

"You little devil!" He couldn't help but suck on her soft lips.

She lifted a corner of the thin quilt and pulled him in.

Such kisses happen between him and her from time to time.

Sometimes, Bu Yufan couldn't help but stick to her even though he didn't want anything from her or have any intentions towards her.

Every time, Wen Lan couldn't refuse him. It seemed that only she could smell the scent on his body. When he was close to her, she would always tell him with great emotion, "Your manly scent is so nice."

To the extent that, even though Wen Lan was with Bu Yufan every day and night, she still couldn't get enough of the smell of him.

She would use his usual rosemary soap and rosemary shampoo.

She would use his usual selection of colognes and perfumes and even pat a few drops of his aftershave on her wrists.

She would mix his scent with her own perfume and spray it on her chest.

She would use his favorite toothpaste, savoring his kiss and his taste.

"Honey, what time is it? Is it dark?"

"The sunset glow has just faded, and there's still a little bit of orange left. Do you want to go to the deck and take a look?"

He led her and stood in the sea breeze at night, stretching his arms.

"Yufan, we are so happy!"

"Xiao Lan, it was only after I met you that I knew what happiness was."

It was the first time he called her by her nickname, using a family tone.