After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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Mr. Long just touched her lips and left immediately. He lay down on the bed honestly, with no other movement.

Mu Wanwan didn't dare to move, just now Mr. Long kissed her gently, as if a soft feather flicked across her lips. The petals, with a little light and soft feeling, were swept across, She didn't even produce anything similar to the book-

Blushing heartbeat, soft legs, numb feet, body crunches...etc. a series of sweet reactions.

She even felt that she hadn't reacted, and it was gone, almost like an illusion.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect. Now she thinks that Mr. Long's eyelashes have printed a small piece of clear mark on the cheek, not the kind of ambiguous, but it's like a lick of Mao Chiu. a feeling of.

Not annoying.

Even a little helpless.

Mu Wanwan thought about it for a long time, and one thing wanted to think that Mr. Long really had some good feelings for her, but also felt that stealing kisses was not in line with Mr. Long's arrogant and cool boss.

But... Mu Wanwan, who didn't feel particularly stolen after being stolen, was a little embarrassed at the moment, her face was a little hot, and the alertness in her heart was loosened a bit.

It turned out that the cruel, cold-blooded, ruthless and murderous tyrant in the legend, would be so careful. Yesterday, "Hugging him" = "Hugging his arm" in Mr. Long's mouth, according to this degree conversion, "kiss her" = "lip pure touch", it seems very reasonable...

She pretended that she was not sleeping well and quietly rolled over with little movement, but in the quiet night, she was magnified many times, so that the sensitive dragon suddenly stopped her heartbeat at once.

He, he really, really kissed her.

Mr. Long's hairy ears tremble. Hearing the sound of her turning over, he is sweet and nervous and comforts himself in his heart--

No, she must have not found it.

He was very careful and very careful.

Long waited nervously for a long time, and she calmed down gradually without moving again.

He felt that he had no regrets.

To his wife, he did a lot of things to lose the dragon, and he let himself, indulge himself, sneaky, and did a lot of things when she didn't know.

For him, the existence of his wife is like a little floating light in Yongye, you can see it when you raise your head, and you can hold her tightly in the palm of your hand.

Even if she was forced to help him at first, then because of sympathy and boredom.

In these two short months, he already liked her very much.

Yes, I like it.

She gets closer to herself and her heart beats faster. Her name makes him nervous. She feeds him to eat. But he always thinks of something shameless, hateful, and should not be thought of.

He pleased her and indulged himself.

When she didn't know, he did everything like a pervert--

Touched, hugged, and kissed.

Mr. Long has a sour heart, her lips are very soft and warm.

He just touched it, and he felt he could not restrain it-

Uncontrollable, want to kiss her fiercely, want to wake her up, want her to look at him, want to hear her call her husband.

But he was afraid--