Hubby, Please Spare Me

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"What's the matter?" Shen Mochen squatted beside the bathtub, rubbing her eyes with pity, "What happened?"

Shui Miaomiao pursed her mouth, held out her hand, hugged Shen Mochen, put her chin on his shoulder, smelled the familiar smell of him, mixed with alcohol, and sprinted her breath and nerves.

Her tears could not help flowing down.

Really, I really like it, I really like Shen Mochen.

She had never liked a person so much, not even Lingyi.

His evil charm, his tenderness, his ridicule, his indulgence, every word he said, every thing he did, even the notes left to her, were deeply imprinted in her heart of.

Without him, what should she do in the future?

Shen Mochen became more and more uneasy, she would not cry like that for nothing.

He stroked Shui Miaomiao's back and asked softly, "Miao Miao, what's wrong? Tell me, with me, you don't have to be afraid."

Shui Miaomiao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, sniffed his nose, looked at Shen Mochen, looked at him obsessively, and said with a choked voice: "I dream, I dream that you are dead."

Shen Mochen chuckled and stroked her red, swollen eyes, said spoiledly: "Fool, but it's just a dream, am I not good?"

Shui Miaomiao looked at him with her lips pressed, and her wet tears rushed to her eyes. She was pressed into her eyes, and she didn't want to say anything, just wanted to hold him.

Shen Mochen let her hold.

After a while.

He coaxed: "Okay, okay, well, take a bath first, be careful about catching a cold."

"Shen Mochen." Shui Miaomiao shouted.

He looked at her red eyes and hung up on her nose spoiledly, "What's wrong, little fool."

"In the future, no matter what happens, I hope you live well." Shui Miaomiao said meaningfully.

Shen Mochen thought that what happened yesterday, she still had a lingering fear, only to have a nightmare, looked at her with pity, and promised: "Relax, I won't be okay, I don't think about their little tricks."

Shui Miaomiao looked at Shen Mochen's arrogance and arrogance. He was so good, so outstanding. How could she patiently watch him go to death, nodded, and asked softly, "Will you wash it together?"

Shen Mochen raised the corner of her mouth, leaned over, bit her ear frame, and said hoarsely, "Okay."

She helped him unbutton the suit and button the shirt.

Perhaps, today is their last day together, and she even cherishes even helping him undo the buttons.

Shen Mochen cooperated with her to put the clothes on the hanger, stepped into the bathtub, pressed her hot body close, kissed her lips warmly, and slowly moved down.

Perhaps he felt that she was in a bad mood and wanted her to be happy. The former X did very meticulously.

Shui Miaomiao thought, even if he came to the big aunt tomorrow, he wanted to give him a pain today, but it was the deepest last memory of this life.

"Shen Mochen." She looked at him pitifully, with a soft tone that seemed to be a delicate invitation.

He remembered that her aunt was coming soon, and she felt painful and coaxed, "Don't worry, it will be fine in a while."

Shen Mochen lifted her hips, leaned over, lips close.

Shui Miaomiao only felt that a spark was blooming in front of her, a piece of whiteness.

The body is comfortable, but when she thinks of him two months later, her heart is like a knife cut, as if falling from heaven into **** again.