"no... aren't there people waiting outside?" leng rongrong refused sternly, " you won't die if you don't do it, just bear with it for a while. why don't you take a cold shower to calm yourself down? "
"it's so cold. do you have the heart to let your husband take a cold shower?" fourth master mo looked at the woman in the mirror unhappily.
in the mist, this woman still looked like a little fairy.
sometimes, he felt that the woman beside him was a little unreal, and he was afraid that one day she would really turn into a fairy and fly away.
he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to catch her.
it turned out that it was also worrying when one's wife was too powerful.
it would be great if his wife was like an ordinary woman who only knew how to squander and did not know anything else. he just had to keep raising her ...
never in his dreams would he have thought that he used to hate this kind of prodigal woman the most. he would not give money to women to squander.
