Just like that?
Not a single bit of sincerity!
"I'm not happy!!"
Mu Liang adjusted his hold on Qiao Xia, and little Mu Liang nearly charged straight ahead—Qiao Xia's eyes went round in shock, wishing she could burrow into a hole, as she looked at him with a very innocent and aggrieved expression.
She had already admitted her mistake, what should she do now?
"Kiss me." His wife was too clueless, no helping it, he had to teach her personally.
Qiao Xia suddenly understood, glaring at Mu Liang. Mu Liang smiled, his eyes filled with a hidden fire, suddenly pressing her against the edge of the bathtub, swallowing her noises and sweetness—Qiao Xia's hands weakly hit him.
"You... be gentle." Qiao Xia's body was extremely sensitive, her delicate voice like a sweet, cloying drug that suddenly made Mu Liang tense.
"Okay!"
"Ah... jerk!"
What a load of crap!!!
Expecting Mu Liang to be gentle in this matter was simply daydreaming.
