Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shen Mochen chuckled, sat on the bed, and looked at her evilly, "Come here, I will tell you."

Shui Miaomiao didn't believe that he was so traitorous and would tell her.

However, with one in 10,000 chances that he did not take medicine, Shui Miaomiao jumped two steps before him.

Shen Mochen tickled her finger towards her.

Shui Miaomiao stooped down and probed his ear.

Shen Mochen stared at her innocently pulling her face, clenched her teeth, put her arm around her shoulder, rolled over, and pressed her against the bed.

His cross-legged legs and knees were on both sides of her body, sandwiching her, making her unable to move.

Shui Miaomiao watched him take off his clothes and didn't struggle anymore. Anyway, he couldn't get rid of it and wasted his energy.

She hasn't eaten dinner yet.

Shui Miaomiao scratched his nose and asked jokingly: "Mr. Shen, are you doing good every day?"

Shen Mochen: "..."

He smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand, clamped her jaw, and said: "I am telling you what is a real commodity."

"Daily necessities do not pay attention to maintenance, it will be bad." Shui Miaomiao said along his words.

Shen Mochen couldn't laugh or cry, leaned over, and kissed her clever little mouth fiercely, without a long prelude, bowing her back, and slamming forward.

Shui Miaomiao felt a pain, raised her eyebrows, and said grievously: "I mean I will be bad, really bad, President Shen, be merciful."

Shen Mochen looked at her pale, and she felt a little soft in her heart.

"Look at the nonsense again." The words were fierce, but his movements softened, slowly rubbing.

Shui Miaomiao darted to speak with her lips pressed.

Time passes by one minute and one second.

When the water is wet, the small mouth is soft and wet, and when subjected to external attacks, the self-protection lubrication is like luring the enemy deeper.

It is an abyss, a swamp, and it slowly sinks.

Curved, continuous, mysterious.

Hook, uncontrollable impulse.

It is life, death, and battle.

Still willing to shoot.

Confrontation of physical strength and endurance.

In the end, Shen Mochen really felt like he would die inside, like being introduced into another divine world by the vortex.

The room is blooming.

Knock on the door

Shui Miaomiao squinted her eyes halfway, and she didn't want to move at all when she was tired.

Shen Mochen got up, helped her cover the quilt, put on a towel, and opened the door.

At a glance, Chang Kaiwen saw the uneven and uneven scratches on his boss's arm and asked with concern: "Mr. Shen, do you want to help?"

Shen Mochen: "..."

There was a weird look on his face, his jaw tightened, and he slammed the door unkindly.

Chang Kaiwen touched his nose, confused.

Did he say something wrong?

He just wanted to help President Shen treat the wound on his arm.

The boss is alone, how to deal with the wound?

Chang Kaiwen was puzzled and left sullenly.

Shen Mochen went to Shui Miaomiao.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes were like thin ink fans, trembling slightly, her nose bridge was small and tall, and her lips were full, so she lay quietly, so cute.

Shen Mochen sat on the bed, took her arm, poured some disinfectant on cotton, and wiped the wound on Shui Miaomiao's arm.

The disinfection water was cold and stimulated on her skin. Shui Miaomiao opened her eyes tiredly, looked at Shen Mochen, and said helplessly: "I'm really tired, I don't take you so bully."

Shen Mochen looked at her red eyes and coaxed softly: "After the arm is disinfected, you sleep again."

Shui Miaomiao is really sleepy.

I don't know why. After every time, the strength of her body seemed to be loose. Besides, she only slept for 4 hours yesterday. Today she moved, and she lost her strength and closed her eyes.