Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

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the smell of alcohol makes him frown, and his face now seems eve

, plus that her mind is unclear, she will not let the man in her arms go, neither will

ll of alcohol is thrown towards Gong Siming’s ear, leaving him

ng out to touch him across his face. “Why a

position of young hostess of the Gong Family, Si Wan has become cold since her marriage, as well as detached and obedient, as

nd clingy Si Wan nearly opens

which he comes to himself and pushes Si Wan away with loathing. “Don’t pretend to be drunk

y and pushes her out without hesitation. He is a soldier with great strength, but Si Wan is just a s

rdness; rubbing her sore arms, she groans diss

y: how could she give up so simply when the ma

reaches out and rushes toward him again, clinging herself to the man’s legs this ti

t hear clearly what the woman is murmuring. So Gong Siming is a little annoyed and he squads down to force apart her hands. His ton

style grappling, she holds Gong Siming’s legs tightly in her arms. Meanwhile, she is also mumbling: “Gong S

or so, so long... but you bad guy... Why do you hate me so much? I hoped to

Wan is suddenly stopped in the air. The strong strength his big hand has forced on one of Si Wan’s shoulder now cha

y….you

ly attached to the drunkard who is sticking to his lap, crying and harassing. He then fe

ul to him? He has flirted with countless women in front of h

ow any hints o

just untrustworthy

a prodon her head with his finger, “Stop fu*king lying. Loo

mbing up along his thighs, and then carefully holds his waist. Pursing up her lips, she acts like a spoiled c

ses against his chest to seize every moment to get close

ht starts to tremble, and the temperature passed through

his hands to hold her shoulder. He tries to pull her ap

htly to his waist and arms, she cries off and on: “I know you are blaming me... but I really didn't deliberately bump into Feng

dependent side, but when Si Wan mentions Feng Ling, his face suddenly changes

not gentle any more, he uses some strength

the cold and hard floor, and the ache wakes up par

n her, this immediately triggers her fury. As she can’t see things clearly right now, a person in a royal-blue suit

om the ground like a little leopard, and then with a strong

grits his te

eld him all in her arms and gotten her who

shoulders with his big hands, but the woman weig

her face beside his, which

eyes and heaves a sigh: “Nowadays, even when searching for plea

Siming’s face tur