An Ran sensed the man's danger, turned her head away, and said with her eyes lowered, "I don't want to."
Even though she was verbally rejecting, her expression had already betrayed her.
Mu Xingfeng chuckled softly and didn't expose his awkward little wife, "Even if you don't miss your husband, your husband is always thinking of you. Haven't you noticed?"
A breeze was blowing by her ear, and An Ran squirmed slightly.
This man, he must be doing it on purpose.
"Mu Xingfeng, get off quickly, I need to take a shower." In broad daylight, An Ran felt a bit shy.
"We'll shower together later," he said, as if to prove how much he missed her, lowering his head.
At this moment, any excuse seemed redundant, and An Ran quickly got lost in the man's passion.
The sofa in the dormitory was a two-seater fabric sofa. It seemed fine for two people to sit on normally, but now it felt cramped and confined.
Embarrassing sounds filled the room with an intimate atmosphere...
