"Wife."
"Say it again!"
"Wife."
"Say it again...mmh..."
Instead of saying it again, Lu Moqing directly holds the back of her head and covers her with a gentle kiss.
Compared to the first ti, Lu Moqing has beco much more skilled now.
The faint fragrance of alcohol in their mouths made Lu Moqing even more irresistible.
Qiao Xu stares at him with disbelief, her eyes wide and blinking, showing a mix of surprise and confusion. The only thought that flashes through her mind is:
Huh? My husband is kissing again?
Looking at Qiao Xu’s shiny eyes gazing at him, like a fan looking at her idol, Lu Moqing’s heart lts completely.
"Wife, I love you..."
As these words fall, Lu Moqing deepens the kiss.
He held Qiao Xu tighter and tighter, as if wanting to lt her into his very bones and blood, in order to vent his deep affection.
Qiao Xu had drunk too much, and at this mont, being held so tightly by Lu Moqing made her feel uncomfortable.
Her initial pleasant expression had beco unhappy, and her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
The next second, with a hint of revenge in her mind, she directly bit Lu Moqing’s tongue, exerting so force, a faint bloody taste instantly spreading in her mouth.
Lu Moqing winced in pain, but did not let go of Qiao Xu, deepening the addictive kiss even more.
This woman is his addiction, once hooked, he cannot quit even after so many years.
At this ti, the aftertaste of red wine hit her, making the bloody taste in her mouth even more unbearable.
She began to push Lu Moqing insistently, harder each ti.
Looking at Qiao Xu’s increasingly flushed face, Lu Moqing’s heart tightened, and seeing her tearful look, he reluctantly let her go.
Looking at Qiao Xu’s red and swollen lips, Lu Moqing realized that he had been too excited just now and had neglected her feelings.
Seeing her dissatisfied glare, with a strong sense of bla in her eyes, Lu Moqing couldn’t help but laugh.
He raised his hand to gently rub her head, the soft hair brushing his palm and teasing his heart, ticklish and slightly numb.
"Sorry, wife."
The low voice, with a hint of hoarseness from the emotional aftermath and deep affection.
Qiao Xu still glares at him with a sullen face, then frowns, and buries her head in front of him, "Brother, I feel uncomfortable."
As soon as he hears that she is feeling uncomfortable, Lu Moqing’s heart tightens, and he wraps his arms around her sowhat shaky body, looking at her frowning face with a soft voice, asking:
"Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it because you drank too much and now feel uncomfortable?"
Thinking about the empty wine bottle, Lu Moqing’s eyebrows also furrow.
Although his wife is incredibly cute and well-behaved when drunk, he dares not let her drink so much anymore.
He has experienced the suffering of being drunk first hand, and couldn’t bear to let her go through it too many tis.
Qiao Xu leans her head against his chest silently, then looks up at him and points to her stomach, saying:
"It’s uncomfortable here."
Once the aftertaste of red wine strikes, the more you move, the more likely you’ll feel nauseous and want to vomit. Lu Moqing doesn’t dare to delay and directly carries her towards downstairs.
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