"I don’t know what you’re talking about. In my heart, you’ve always been like a treasure. I’ve said, no matter your background, I’ve never judged you, no matter how excessive you are towards , I’ve never disliked you. Saying this, I can’t admit it." Vincent Vance furrowed his brow, looking displeased, protested to May Morgan.
May Morgan knew he wouldn’t admit it, decisively took out her phone, found the recording that lody White had sent her, and played it in front of Vincent Vance.
"Now that the evidence is clear, what more do you have to say?" May Morgan coldly held the phone up, questioning Vincent Vance.
Vincent Vance was speechless, swallowing his frustration, cursing inwardly, this lody White is really shaless, actually recorded him?
"Can you listen to my explanation?"
Taking a deep breath, Vincent Vance planned to have a thorough talk with May Morgan, but before he could speak, May Morgan suddenly threw the phone, turned over with the blanket, and lay down.
"I’m tired, explain tomorrow." She said sullenly, sulking at him.
Vincent Vance knew that this girl was angry again, hurriedly reached out to touch her shoulder, and said appeasingly, "Please listen to my explanation, my dear. I really didn’t an to say those things. I just wanted lody White to draw lanie Morgan out, that’s why I deliberately said those words."
As soon as his hand touched May Morgan’s shoulder, she coldly said, "Take your hand away."
Vincent Vance sowhat awkwardly slowly withdrew his hand, turned over to lie on his back beside her, not knowing what to say for a while.
After a long ti, he sowhat sulkily said to her, "I have no lingering ties with lanie Morgan, believe it or not."
Because of this sentence, May Morgan suddenly sat up from the bed, staring straight at Vincent Vance, frightening him at night. "Vincent, what do you an? Are you too lazy to even explain now?"
Vincent Vance, feeling confused by her, beca angry and sat up, glaring at her, shouting lowly, "I told you I was drugged. What more do you want from ?"
"I don’t want anything from you, just think you touched lanie Morgan, so you’re a bit dirty. Is it wrong if I don’t want you to touch ?"
"Didn’t I wash up? Do you think I’m not disgusted after being touched by her? Didn’t I wash up as soon as I got back? What more do you want?"
"Then go wash again, wash from inside out clean, before you get on my bed!" May Morgan wasn’t angry that he had slept on the sa bed with lanie, she was angry about him saying those things to lody White, he shouldn’t have said she’s from the countryside and uncultured.
She didn’t believe Vincent Vance never thought that about her. If he never judged her, he wouldn’t have said it outright. It’s clearly his true thoughts.
You’re disgusted with ? Well, I’m disgusted with you too!
"Fine, I’ll wash, I’ll wash!" Vincent Vance was driven to madness by May Morgan, suddenly picked her up horizontally from the bed, and walked briskly toward the bathroom.
"What are you doing? Put down!" May Morgan was frightened by Vincent Vance’s sudden action, quickly shouting.
"Don’t you think I’m dirty? Then you help wash. When you wash clean, then we’ll co out together!"
Vincent Vance was driven mad by May Morgan’s unreasonable actions, directly kicked open the bathroom door, and threw May Morgan into the big bathtub.
May Morgan wanted to struggle out of the bathtub, but Vincent pushed her back in, decisively picked up the showerhead, and started filling the tub with water.
May Morgan, still in her pajamas, beca soaked, and she was furious: "Vincent, you madman, what are you doing? What if I catch a cold?"
"No problem, I’m here!" Vincent Vance frowned, then expressionlessly threw the showerhead aside. After removing his robe, he pressed onto her.
"Don’t you think I’m dirty? Then help wash. Co on, where’s dirty? You wash it yourself!"
Vincent grabbed May Morgan’s small hand, suddenly pressed down, letting her hold his part, staring at him wide-eyed.
"I, I, get off , I don’t want to touch you!"
May Morgan was scared by Vincent Vance’s bold move, hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand, but Vincent held her tight, not letting her move at all.
"If you don’t wash with your hand, then I’ll have to use other parts of you to wash!"
The water from the shower quickly filled the bathtub, both of them soaked, very suggestive.
"You scoundrel, shaless!" May Morgan glared at him angrily, reached out her other hand, trying to push Vincent off her, but Vincent quickly caught that hand too.
"I’m a scoundrel, don’t you also like this type?" Vincent Vance smiled wickedly, using force with the fingers holding May Morgan’s arms, lifting them high.
He sniffed slightly, slled her pleasant fragrance, and couldn’t help but laugh lowly: "Still my wife slls nice, other won sll foul."
"I think not. You seed happy when hugging lanie Morgan." May Morgan shot back, ruining the atmosphere.
Vincent Vance had enough of May Morgan bringing up lanie Morgan every ti, so unhappily pressed his thigh on her, threatening her: "Dare to say it again, believe it or not, I’ll have you right now?"
"You, you dare? I’m in a dangerous period, touch , and be prepared to deal with your child’s aftermath!"
Damn...
Vincent Vance was stimulated by May Morgan, already aroused, but her one threatening sentence left him in a dilemma.
"No worries, you have other places to help relieve !"
A big hand scooped, Vincent Vance suddenly grabbed her chin, with a hint of revenge, smiling slyly.
"Shall we try the top?"
...
Looking at May Morgan’s back still facing him, Vincent Vance smiled contentedly, then placed his hand beside her small head, gesturing to her: "Want a pillow?"
"Go away!" May Morgan more angrily swung his hand away, sulking.
Vincent Vance paused for a mont behind May Morgan, then decisively scooped her up, holding her tightly in his embrace.
May Morgan, suddenly pulled into his arms, angrily kicked his calf. Vincent Vance pressed down, pinning her restless legs between his, forcing her to remain still.
"Sleep!" Truly tired, after holding the woman tightly, Vincent Vance was too lazy to argue further with May Morgan, holding her soft body, he drifted to sleep.
This ti, May Morgan finally didn’t argue with him anymore, he slept soundly.
As he closed his eyes to rest, he couldn’t help but feel smug, won indeed need to be trained, and occasional correction is necessary.
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