Jiang Chanqi quickly slipped into the bathroom. Just as he was about to lock the door, he discovered that this old wooden door didn't even have a latch.,Her husband hasn't come back yet, this smoke is really lasting. 。Have a look at these two brick houses, some places are still under the rain 。Although it's a little run-down, it could be a nice home with some work. 。Ginger smiled faintly, taking advantage of the man's absence, she tidied up the room from top to bottom. 。As he was kneeling on the bed pulling the blanket down, a man walked in from outside the door. 。,Ginger hastily pulled the blanket over, her little face flushed red. 。After marriage, the depths of his eyes became even more profound and complex. 。He walked slowly to her side, his voice low and icy with a hint of husky ambiguity, "It's getting late, let's sleep." 。This time, the emphasis was placed on the two words "we". 。Jiang Can's heart jumped out of his throat, closing his eyes. Suddenly, a force encircled his waist, and he leaned into that person's embrace, being pressed down onto the bed by him…。