Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

He slammed the car door shut, walked around to the other side, got into the driver's seat, and the car started, speeding towards home.

Ai Fei was too hot to sit still and began to pull at her clothes, wishing she could stick to the seat to find some coolness.

Ling Ye glanced at her while driving and almost vomited blood.

He pulled the blanket over her and covered her with it.

Ai Fei was already feeling hot, so she kicked off the blanket and continued to tear off her clothes.

Ling Ye could only turn the air conditioner to the lowest setting and he wished he could step on the accelerator to the maximum.

When he got home, Ai Fei's shirt had been torn to shreds by himself.

Ling Ye wrapped her in his coat, carried her out of the car, and carried her directly back to the master bedroom.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them rolled on the bed.

Ling Ye didn't even have time to take off his clothes properly. The woman would kill gods if she met one, and kill Buddhas if she met one. When she encountered an obstacle on her way to find coolness, she raised her knife and tore his haute couture shirt into pieces.

He held her slender waist and said with a low laugh, "Fei Fei, be more polite."

The woman was so strong that he had no power to resist.

Ai Fei didn't want to be polite. She felt like a person who had been walking in the desert for half her life and hadn't had a drink of water in half her life. She was so hot and thirsty that she was smoking. She just wanted to find that little oasis.

But there was no way. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find it. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't relieve the unbearable thirst. He was so anxious that he bit a bone and cried.

Ling Ye's shoulder blade was bitten hard, and he was stunned by the pain. Sparks flew everywhere, and electric currents crackled through his body. He almost lost his soul.

Women have such a strong subconscious defensive consciousness that he dares not take the initiative, for fear that she will turn from a delicate little flower into a domineering flower and kick people.

So I kept a passive attitude, like a small cabbage, allowing her to bully me at will.

I really didn't expect that this person who was bullying me would bully me until he started to cry.

He cupped her head in his large hands and said hoarsely, "What's wrong, huh?"

He didn't resist at all and let her do whatever she wanted, so why was he still crying?

Ai Fei's eyebrows and eyes flushed red. She felt so uncomfortable that she didn't know what to do. Her voice was stained with sobs as she mumbled, "I feel uncomfortable, I feel so uncomfortable, I feel like I'm going to die, Ling Ye, I feel like I'm going to die..."

She was so hot that she was almost dying. Her body was like land that had been dry for a thousand years, cracking bit by bit and turning into ashes.

Ling Ye turned over, placed her under him, and gently stroked her face: "No, you won't die. You will still be with me, seeing all the beautiful sights in the world, experiencing all the pleasures in the world..."

His comfort was moist and cool, soothing the burning sensation in her body bit by bit.

Her head was groggy, and she felt as if she had found an oasis.

In the oasis, the air was filled with mist and the air was moist. Her body, which had been burned by the fire, suddenly seemed like spring returning to the earth, with lush green trees and blooming flowers.

……

The night is long and the autumn wind is bleak.

But inside the room, there was a mingled atmosphere, and the room was as warm as spring.

As the weather got a little cooler, the woman finally fell into a deep sleep.

Ling Ye looked at her little face which had lost its redness, and raised his hand to wipe the slightly moist corners of her eyes.

He was not sleepy at all at this moment. Not only was he not sleepy at all, but his whole body felt comfortable and refreshed as if his Ren and Du meridians were opened.

The blush on his eyebrows gradually faded, and his handsome face relaxed charmingly, with a lazy and satisfied feeling.

I tried so many times, but always failed. I always entertained myself, and this time I finally succeeded.