Marriage is long and desires are strong

Jiang Wei was dizzy and couldn't figure out what this "intense" meant.

Wasn't it intense enough before?

Seeing Jiang Wei lost in thought, Qin Xiaoye gently bit her lip with his teeth, pulling it slightly apart, and tenderly lingered it in his mouth: "Answer me..."

Keep passing his breath over to him.

A sense of violence rose within him; he wanted to imbue Jiang Wei with his own scent, to possess every inch of her, and to prevent anyone from touching her.

...Everyone stay away from her...

Jiang Wei was a little dizzy and still didn't understand what was wrong with Qin Xiaoye today.

A major project was intercepted?

She felt her skin jiggle twice.

Qin Xiaoye kicked open the bedroom door with a "bang" and strode in.

With a "plop," Jiang Wei was thrown onto the soft bed.

Jiang Wei instantly sank into the soft indentation of the bed, the mattress swaying and gently enveloping her.

It doesn't hurt, but...

Qin Xiaoye is not in a good state.

Jiang Wei stepped back, but Qin Xiaoye pressed her down with his hand.

Qin Xiaoye gently picked up a pillow and placed it on the headboard.

"Honey, do you trust me?"

Despite her gentle voice and gentle movements, she exudes an undeniable aura of power and danger.

Qin Xiaoye stared directly at Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei looked at Qin Xiaoye, her mind flashing back to his actions after their marriage. She exhaled and nodded, "Mm."

Qin Xiaoye is trustworthy.

A person's character is like an exam at a certain point in time. It doesn't test what you know in those two hours, but rather what you've learned in the previous three years.

The same applies to people. You make a judgment about a person in an instant, but the basis for it is all the things that person has done before.

She trusted Qin Xiaoye.

But Jiang Wei never imagined that in bed, trust is trust, and going too far is going too far...

She regretted it...

This is too much, it's unacceptable...

……

After it was over, Qin Xiaoye slowly tidied up the bed.

Time seemed to stretch out, like a taut string.

The air was thick with hormones, drifting and overflowing.

Qin Xiaoye, having satisfied his craving, carried Jiang Wei to the sofa.

That taut string snapped.

Jiang Wei's tears kept falling, her eyes were red, she sobbed and choked, and she still wanted to scold Qin Xiaoye.

But she held onto his neck and wouldn't let go, burying her head in his chest and refusing to show her face.

Qin Xiaoye gently patted her back and whispered, "Wife, let me go change the sheets and mattress protector."

Jiang Wei sobbed, "It's all your fault..."

Qin Xiaoye whispered in her ear, "It's all my fault, I was wrong..."

Jiang Wei choked up: "Don't do this again next time..."

Qin Xiaoye: "No, unless you insist."

Jiang Wei's tears soaked Qin Xiaoye's chest: "You're talking nonsense, how could I possibly make such a request?"

Qin Xiaoye's voice was low and husky, his warm breath brushing against her ear: "That's not necessarily true."

Her chest felt cool, damp with her tears.

Jiang Wei's hands were already too weak, and she pushed him limply, saying, "Go and get ready."

She curled up her legs and nestled on the sofa, not daring to look in that direction even once.

Qin Xiaoye whispered in her ear, "Okay, wife~"

He enjoyed seeing Jiang Wei's coquettish and spoiled manner, and how she would call him whatever she wanted.

The polite and distant feeling from the daytime was gone.

He liked to make Jiang Wei lose control. When she lost control, he was the only person in her world, and she had no other choice but to hold him tightly.

Qin Xiaoye walked to the bedside and slowly unfolded the bed sheets.

A scent of hormones mixed with musk and ripe fruit mingled together, exuding an aroma of passion and desire.

His movements were graceful and elegant, not at all like he was doing this kind of... post-event cleaning work.

Take the crumpled bed sheet down; it's covered in... and put it aside.

Then I picked up the spacer again.

The above has already...

Jiang Wei watched him tidy up, then started sobbing again, her voice soft and delicate.

This person is shameless.

As Qin Xiaoye tidied up, he looked up and saw patches of red spreading across Jiang Wei's fair cheeks, extending all the way down to her neck.

It reminded him of what had just happened...

Qin Xiaoye comforted him in a low, hoarse voice, "It's nothing."

Jiang Wei sobbed coquettishly, "Of course you're fine..."

Qin Xiaoye finished tidying up little by little, and then carried Jiang Wei to wash up.

The strange smell in the bedroom lingered.

After washing it clean, wipe Jiang Wei dry.

Jiang Wei was completely powerless to resist. What else could she do?

Finally, Qin Xiaoye hugged Jiang Wei, pressed her face against his chest, and said in a low, husky voice, "There's an auction tomorrow night, shall we go and pick out some things?"

Jiang Wei was already dizzy, exhausted, ashamed, and half-drowsy from the scent emanating from Qin Xiaoye. She was almost asleep, and softly hummed, "Mmm~"

Qin Xiaoye was satisfied. He pressed her head down and pulled it tightly into his arms, holding her close.

Jiang Wei drifted in and out of her dream, as if she were still being tightly possessed by Qin Xiaoye. She cried and said, "No..."

Qin Xiaoye coaxed her like a siren, "Wife, give it a try..."

Meanwhile, Jiang Wan received the invitation: "Mom and Dad, I've been invited to that auction."

Xu Mo hesitated for a moment: "Wanwan, lately the Jiang family... please don't spend money recklessly."

Jiang Wan bit her lip: "You all used to have that... but you're so stingy when it comes to me..."

Jiang Che frowned: "Wanwan, Weiwei has already left as you wished, so why do you still compare yourself to her every day?"

Jiang Wan hummed softly.

Xu Mo: "Wanwan, Weiwei learned things so quickly and well back then. Look at you, you've been studying for so long and you still can't even read sheet music. If you want to compete, why don't you compete in these areas? Why do you always compete in things that cost money?"

Jiang Wan was stunned by what she was told, tears welling up in her eyes. She threw her phone on the ground and said, "Jiang Wei is good in every way. Just call her back. Don't treat me like your daughter anymore." She then sobbed and cried.

The entire Jiang family had to accompany them.

No one was happy all night; Jiang Wan was upset and had a splitting headache.

Jiang Che rubbed his temples with his fingers, sighed heavily, and felt a throbbing headache.