My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Night Peach thinks she's particularly bad today, and the last person she wants to meet doesn't tell her, and she drops her earrings.

The earrings are clearly under her fingers, but she just can't reach them...

Talking about short arms of sadness...

Then suddenly a long arm stretched out and easily helped her pick up the pearl earrings. At night, Peach rejoiced with a curved eyebrow. “Thank you...”

The voice stopped because there was an enlarged, sophisticated, handsome face in front of her.

Cold ho...

The smile on Peach's face at night was completely frozen, full of embarrassment, the two approached each other, and she even smelled a clean and healthy male smell on him.

Over the years, she was still unfamiliar with the smell.

“Thank you!" she thanked again, then flanked her head, moving a little bit, and she wanted to leave.

However, her butt hit the man's firm thighs directly, and something hot and hard ironed her skin.

Night Peach's head “blew up" and she knew what it was.

This is when she realizes the ambiguity of the attitude of the two of them. She lays on the couch with one hand, and he stands behind her… the scene is too fragrant to be overwhelmed.

Night Peach was ashamed and annoyed. Did he mean it?

The two men had been married for a short time, and he was a mature man, and she did not believe that he had put anything on it from behind him, and his body had responded most faithfully.

Night Peach's delicate little face was reddish and white, her delicate white teeth bit her lip, and she sank her voice opening, "Out of the way! ”

Cold Howe looked at her peachy little face, red, but also cold, and she rejected him.

He wiped his pants in his pocket with one hand and backed away a little.

When he left, Peach turned around at night. The atmosphere was weird. She didn't want to be with him for a second, so she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

However, a long strand of her hair was snagged and hooked onto the button at the bottom of the cold-blouse.

Night Peach,...

She wants to die with all her heart.

“Don't move, my hair is wrapped around your buttons...” Night Peach reached out and dialed his long hair.

Cold and stubborn, he looked at the little woman with his hands panicked.

At night Peach became more and more chaotic, her hair could not be pulled off, but wrapped tighter. Her entire face burned because of the incorrect posture, she was half kneeling on the couch, he stood in front of her, her face was very close to his waist, even if she did not want to see it, his fine waist curve under thin clothing could not be hidden at all.

Her fingers were unintentionally rubbed against his abdomen, it was hard there, she was in bed, she lay on him counting, eight abs...

Cold haughty raised his eyebrows and he was uncomfortable. Perhaps she did not notice that the sweetness she breathed was sprayed beneath him and he covered it with his palms.

“Do you have scissors here?” The night peach exhaled with exquisite cheeks.

Cold Howe felt his tongue dry, his voice was all mute and he didn't answer the question, and he said, "Your face is red. ”

- What? - What?

Night Peach looked up at him with his big black and white eyes full of water.

“You have feelings for me, too. ”

Not a question, but a certainty.

Peach's heart trembled hard at night. She understood what he meant. Her face was hot and she was about to bleed.

Women blush, mostly because they like men.

“Mr. Cold, let me help you cop, woman blush, possibly shy, possibly angry, awkward... I think I belong to the latter...”