Chapter 12
That evening, Jiang Yu stood by the bed holding a pillow, his face full of grievance.
“Wife, I want to come back and sleep with you.”
“Wife…”
Seeing that I ignored him, he deliberately lifted his shirt, looking at me with expectant eyes.
“Wife, come touch it. How is my abs doing after the recent training?”
I teased him deliberately.
“Yo, didn’t you refuse to be touched before?
“I actually liked your cold and indifferent look more.”
Jiang Yu’s face turned red with embarrassment, but he still deliberately came over and took my hand.
I led his hand from top to bottom, finally igniting the dry kindling of passion.
We entangled ourselves uncontrollably, becoming intimate.
The noisy and sticky sound of his voice came from beside my ear.
“Wife, back then how did you fall for him?
“Did he cook for you?
“Just look at his build. It’s obvious he doesn’t have the stamina I have!
“You even wrote a love diary for him and made it so thick, while you never wrote one for me!”
His tone was sour, and he even gestured with his hand.
“You should write one for me too, okay?”
“Okay… I’ll write.”
If I didn’t write one, this old jealous vinegar of his would probably still be tasted at eighty years old.