Li junyu unbuttoned the last button of his shirt and leaned against the big bed.
With a big hand, he pulled the little thing, who was curled up at the head of the bed, into his arms.
"It's the wife's fault for not teaching her husband. My woman got into trouble, so don't you think I should discipline Yingluo myself, hmm?"
Li junyu's voice was extremely low and hoarse, with a hint of laziness and sexiness that was not usually present.
Every word and sentence he said was like a knock on ruan Mengmeng's heart.
Especially when he emphasized the word 'discipline', it was a different kind of hint.
Ruan Mengmeng suddenly realized-oh no, Lord tyrant is about to set sail!
A lot of things flashed through her mind.
Her memories finally stopped at the moment when li junyu pressed her against the back seat of the car. In that instant, she felt something between her legs.
