trips to work.Why go through so much trouble in lifeTong Yimò then took Ji Xiaokang's clothes and, after washing him, coaxed him to sleep according to the method in the notebook left by Ji Siyan.Why w...Tong Yimò suddenly took a step back, lowering her head and saying to him, "I also fried bacon in the kitchen. I'll go get it." As she spoke, she started walking, trying to rush to the kitchen as quickly as possible.

But the moment she finished speaking, Leng Yechen suddenly grabbed her wrist. To her surprise, he pulled her and they both tumbled into a nearby dining chair.

"We're husband and wife, you said you wanted to be a good wife to me, so we can't sleep in separate rooms." He pulled her onto his lap, leaned close to her ear and asked, his breath tickling Tong Yimo's neck, making her itch.

Tong Yi Mo's face flushed crimson, her body leaning back slightly, attempting to create some distance between them. The posture was far too intimate, and she could even feel the heat radiating from his skin through their clothes.

"Brother," the delicate willow eyebrow was slightly furrowed as she tentatively asked, "Didn't you say... that you would never touch me for the rest of your life"

"Is that so Did I ever say such a thing I have no recollection at all." He raised an eyebrow, his breath filled with her sweet scent, and as he spoke, he leaned in closer to her, almost deliberately.

Perhaps other men could separate "love" and "sex," but Leng Yechen couldn't.

His body, from beginning to end, has only ever reacted physically to one person: Yi Mo. There was no one else.

And when he first saw her, he had a feeling of déjà vu.

That feeling, as if a seed had been planted in his heart long ago, just waiting for the moment he met her, and it sprung to life at their first touch.

Tong Yi Mo couldn't bear the closeness between the two. She simply reached out and pushed against his chest, her words becoming incoherent: "T-the kitchen... there's still warm milk... I'll bring it over."

But just as she stood up, he pulled her close by the waist and threw her onto the dining table. Then his whole body crashed down on top of her, his low and sensual voice, with a hint of desire, was domineering and unyielding: "Baby, you wanted to do this with me last night, didn't you"

Tong Yimo felt the weight on her body, and the dangerous masculine scent surrounding her nose. Her face flushed red like a ripe apple.

At a glance, she saw Leng Yechen's eyes. They seemed gentle but held no hint of desire.

Although his words were ambiguous, his eyes were very clear.

Tong Yi Mo lightly bit her lip, as if he had so directly exposed her thoughts from last night. Her heart was a little embarrassed, but what he said was also true.

Yesterday was yesterday, but now is now!

Last night, she was tempted by his handsomeness, gentleness, and pampering. She lost her reason for a while, isn't that right

How could this man be so bad, he had to expose her thoughts...

Looking at her adorable expression, flushed with embarrassment after having her thoughts exposed, Leng Yechen's gaze softened with a gentle smile.

He straightened slightly, releasing his hold on her. His magnetic voice echoed softly in her ear: "Forget it, I won't force you."

Before he realized his housekeeper had been mistaken for his fiancée, he felt that kissing her, touching her, and wanting to be intimate with her were all things he could do as he pleased. He only needed her to fulfill his desires.

He prefers straightforwardness and thinks that after becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, doing intimate things is a given, and she shouldn't refuse. Besides, they are already married now.

Now, he was slowly realizing that he had to respect her wishes, even though she was his wife. He had to respect her.

Tong Yimo's delicate hands tightly gripped her skirt hem, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. For a long time, she didn't utter a single word.

Cold Night's gaze was intense as he looked at her for a moment, then intended to get up and leave. However, just as he stood up, a warmth spread through his palm as she grabbed him with her soft little hand.

He stiffened slightly, his gaze seeking hers once more, now laced with confusion. He stood there silently, as if waiting for her next words.

Tong Yimo lowered her eyes, afraid to look at him. Even her body trembled slightly, but the delicate hand holding his was so firm. Her thin lips moved slightly, and she whispered, "Big brother, are you angry"

"What do you think" he raised an eyebrow, deliberately tossing the question back to her.

Actually, he wasn't angry. He just wanted to know if she had him in her heart.

Tong Yimo nodded firmly, she didn't want him to be angry. What if he got so angry that he vomited blood again

She suddenly straightened her tense body and moved closer to him.

Leng Ye Chen was very tall. Even when she stood straight, she only reached his shoulders.

She slightly raised her pretty face, not knowing where to look, and said weakly, "As long as big brother doesn't get angry with me, if big brother wants to, I can. It's just...I'm a little nervous..."

So, what will she do next to avoid making him angry

Cold Night Shen raised an eyebrow and looked at her, but didn't respond to her words. It seemed like he wanted to see what she would do next.

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