Chapter 1443
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Murong Jiancheng held her ankle gently and Bei Yuewu felt that her sprained ankle was no longer painful. In fact, it felt a little comfortable.
Bei Yuewu looked at him. The tall man was kneeling on her bed, his eyes lowered in concentration. Over the years, his aura had become more mature and refined. Just this experience alone was enough to make one's heart palpitate.
"Murong Jiancheng." Bei Yuewu leaned against the bed and called his name lazily. "Why didn't you sleep with Dongfang Wanqing 26 years ago?"
Murong Jiancheng lifted his eyes, his gaze landing on her alluring features.
"Dongfang Wanqing is your first love, the white lotus in your heart. After she got together with Yuan Ming, you were depressed for a period of time and were very sad. Since you have the chance, why don't you sleep with her to make up for it?"
Bei Yuewu really thought that he had slept with Dongfang Wanqing, but he hadn't. Why?
Bei Yuewu's eyes sparkled. She didn't know what she was anticipating.
Perhaps he had a place for her in his heart now.
Perhaps this blockhead already knew how good she was to him, and he no longer liked Dongfang Wanqing.
Perhaps he had something to say to her, but he hadn't had the chance to say it in the past 26 years. He had been hiding it deep in his heart.
Perhaps he loved her too.
Murong Jiancheng's eyes sparkled as he looked at her. Time seemed to have returned to the past. During the first three months of their marriage, she had smiled sweetly at him and was so passionate that he couldn't resist her.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Bei Yuewu withdrew her foot from his palm and kicked his muscular thigh. She raised her eyes and looked at him flirtatiously. "I'm asking you a question. Are you mute?"
The fire in Murong Jiancheng's body flared up again. He quickly grabbed her little feet that were moving around and muttered, "How would I dare?"
Bei Yuewu's red lips curved upwards. She was very jealous at that time and didn't allow him to get close to any other woman.
He was a good man and a good husband. He didn't have the playful thoughts that other men had.
"You're still feeling aggrieved? Every time you attend a banquet or a social event, I'll wait on you until you're out the door. "
"That's because you're afraid that I'll mess around outside, so you asked me to give you my share."
Murong Jiancheng glared at her.
Bei Yuewu replied confidently. There were so many flirtatious b * tches out there and it wasn't convenient for her to follow him to a men's gathering. She would definitely make him pay in advance.
Bei Yuewu thought of another question. "I've been gone for so many years and our son is already 26 years old. Have you ever been with another woman?"
Murong Jiancheng pursed his lips into a pale line and didn't say a word.
Bei Yue moved, her fair feet stepping on his trousers as she continued to climb up. "You're quite good at enduring. You've been a monk for 26 years, don't you want to be one?"
Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes and saw her little feet crawling around his pants. She was so seductive and reckless.
He lifted his eyes and glared at her fiercely. There was a bite mark on his protruding throat. She had bitten him just now.
Bei Yuewu straightened her body and moved her delicate face in front of his handsome face. She smiled provocatively. "I say, don't tell me you're getting old and can't take it anymore?"
No man would be able to accept such a statement. Murong Jiancheng's eyes reddened. He reached out to grab her slender arm and flung her onto the soft mattress.
Bei Yuewu fell down and her vision darkened. He was on top of her, supporting himself with his large palms by her side as he stared at her with a deep, dark gaze.
"What do you want?" Bei Yuewu looked indolent and seemed to be teasing him.
Murong Jiancheng couldn't stand her flirtatious behavior in bed. Because of her, his palace suddenly had a new Ah Jiao's Room. Ah Jiao's Room had always been a paradise for men. He was just an ordinary man, so he was mesmerized by her.
Murong Jiancheng slowly lowered his head and kissed her red lips.
They were getting closer and closer.
Their breaths intertwined and they were about to kiss.
At this moment, Bei Yuewu tilted her head and buried her face in his neck, giggling softly.
Murong Jiancheng froze. She was indeed teasing him.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Murong Jiancheng let go of his body and lay on top of her, panting softly.
Forget it.
Murong Jiancheng's thin lips curved into a self-deprecating smile and he got up.
He wouldn't allow himself to continue like this.
He knew that there wouldn't be any results.
Just as he was about to get up, Bei Yuewu suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and flipped them over.
Murong Jiancheng was on the ground and Bei Yuewu was lying on top of him. She looked at him coquettishly and said, "You're such a blockhead."
She kissed his thin lips.
Murong Jiancheng was stunned. He could feel the soft touch on his lips and it was only then that he truly felt that she had kissed him.
His breathing quickened and he furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes.
Bei Yuewu sucked on his lips and traced his sexy lips bit by bit. Then she pressed against his teeth.
Murong Jiancheng opened his mouth and let her in. The two of them were entangled together.
It was as though kissing like this was never enough. It made one want more. Murong Jiancheng hugged her and flipped them over, pinning her down again.
Bei Yuewu screamed in her heart. Why aren't you a blockhead now?
Murong Jiancheng's kisses continued downwards, all the way to her neck.
Bei Yuewu reached for his shirt and unbuttoned one of the buttons.
They weren't young anymore and they were still legally married. They definitely weren't like those bashful kids. They had already kissed on the bed. It was impossible for nothing to happen.
Murong Jiancheng saw that she had taken the initiative to undo his shirt and his heart was filled with sweetness. She was still passionate about him.
Actually, thinking about it, even though he didn't say it out loud, he was still happy that he had fallen in love with this vixen when he was young.
Now that she was still treating him the same, it was obvious that his charm was still there after all these years.
Murong Jiancheng's large palm moved downwards slowly. His blood was boiling. He wanted nothing more than to conquer her like the first three months of their marriage. He wanted her to love him for the rest of her life and never be able to leave him.
Murong Jiancheng was just about to move when he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He was suffering from a heart attack.
Bei Yuewu was unbuttoning the third button on his shirt when she felt nothing. Murong Jiancheng suddenly pushed her away and got up.
What was he doing?
Bei Yuewu was a little confused. She looked at him. Murong Jiancheng quickly got off the bed and walked away.
He was leaving.
The two of them were still so lovey-dovey just a moment ago and now he was leaving.
Bei Yuewu sat up from the bed and scolded him angrily. "Murong Jiancheng, you old jerk!"
She picked up a pillow and smashed it on his body.
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