An Nan's protest continued to ring out in the room: "Damn bastard, where are you putting your hand."
"Perv, give me your lips."
"Get away, what are you taking from me."
"I don't want to touch you there, it's ugly."
"My hand is really tired, are you done yet?"
Then, a male voice replaced hers: "Wife, so comfortable, keep going."
"Wife, are you comfortable?"
"Wife, I love you, I really love you."
"Wife, wife..."
Once everything settled down, An Nan lay breathlessly on the bed, holding her slightly bulged belly with both hands, her angry gaze fell on the bastard standing by the bed, wiping his hands with tissue: "Baddie, what if you hurt the baby doing that just now?"
Lin Mubai was probably satisfied, his mood clearly improved, but what he said still made people want to give him a good beating: "Wife, don't worry, I've already asked the doctor, and he said that after three months, some bedroom exercise is fine."
