Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shui Miaomiao was taken aback and subconsciously backed away, locking Shen Mochen in a precautionary manner.

He closed his eyes and said slowly: "This bed is for me. I won't go. You can figure it out for yourself."

Shui Miaomiao sat up calmly, looking at his graceful sleeping face.

Exhale, inhale, and exhale again.

Now the fight is willpower.

She did not believe it.

Shui Miaomiao also lay in bed, looking at the white ceiling.

The two didn't speak. The quiet and secret in the room seemed to hear each other's breathing.

"Shui Miaomiao, are you deliberate?" Shen Mochen looked at her with a deep gaze.

Shui Miaomiao couldn't hold him back.

She did not deny it, raised her smile, and said provocatively: "Yeah, am I just deliberately angry or angry? Want to kill me? Know how uncomfortable it is to be targeted!"

Shen Mochen turned over, with strong arms on the side of her brain, and looked down upon her from a condescending position.

Shui Miaomiao was taken aback, holding the quilt defensively and staring at him.

"Shui Miaomiao, a woman alone, initiatively drilled into a man's bed, alone men and widows in the same room, what do you think this man will do?" Shen Mochen said in a deep voice.

The two of them are too close.

Every time he said a word, his breath spit on her face.

Very hot.

Shui Miaomiao flashed a trace of fear.

But think again, what Shen Mochen can do to her, at most that kind of thing.

It was not the first time she did it with him.

Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water.

Shui Miaomiao chuckled and blurted out, "I'm not afraid of you."

Shui Miaomiao's answer surprised Shen Mochen. He tightened his eyebrows and asked, "Isn't it right to be a stranger? What are you doing!"

"I was also prepared to be a stranger. It was you who first provoked me. I was alone in the room. You broke the door first and made me angry." Shui Miao Miao Zhenzhen said with words.

"So, are you going to my room now to prepare for revenge and fight back?" Shen Mochen scrutinized her suspiciously.

"You can think so." Shui Miaomiao said frankly.

Shen Mochen was silent, staring at her.

Shui Miaomiao was not afraid of him, and looked back at him, her eyes full of her unyielding and anger.

After half a minute.

Shen Mochen got up from the bed, picked up the pillow on the ground, patted it, and threw the pillow on the sofa. He lay on the sofa himself, his hands around his chest, and closed his eyes.

Shui Miaomiao raised her eyebrows and asked, "Don't you get out of here?"

Shen Mochen closed his eyes, did not speak, like a sculpture.

"Hey." Shui Miaomiao shouted.

Shen Mochen still didn't answer her.

Shui Miaomiao thinks he deliberately, so that she can retreat from difficulties and automatically get out of the room.

Then he really underestimated her.

Shui Miaomiao lay back on the bed, stuffing his head under the quilt.

The quilt was full of the smell of Shen Mochen, clear, clean, and tender.

Shui Miaomiao thought he could not fall asleep after a while.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Bang

The thunder outside was loud.

Shui Miaomiao was awakened, opened her eyes and looked out the window.

A flash of electricity flashed through.

A man in a window wearing a horror mask of fangs and fangs.

At first glance, under lightning, visual impact is more than rational thinking.

"Ah." Shui Miaomiao exclaimed.

The masked man looked at Shui Miaomiao and disappeared with a swish.

Shen Mochen heard Shui Miaomiao's cry, woke up, a pity flashed in her eyes, hurriedly sat down on the bedside, turned on the desk lamp, and asked worriedly: "Miaomiao, what's wrong?"