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    When I entered the room, I heard the whiny voice in the Taiwanese drama on TV, frowned, and entered the bedroom.  The child was already asleep. My wife was lying on the bed watching TV with a smile on her face. She glanced at me, ignored me, and continued watching her boring drama.

    I resisted the desire to speak, turned around, and went to wash up.  I deliberately added some washbasin sounds during the process to express my dissatisfaction, what I am dissatisfied with, I can't explain clearly, sometimes people just deliberately mess up their mood.

    Back in the bedroom, my wife's smile was gone, replaced by a stern face.  I climbed into bed silently and lay beside her, it seemed that she didn't plan to talk to me either.  Time seemed to have stopped in this solemn atmosphere, and the only thing that could be heard in the whole room was our breathing.  My wife got up suddenly, the sound of opening the closet door, and then heard "Get up", I opened my eyes and looked at her coldly, knowing that she was going to lay the sheets, and the meaning was very clear, "sleep".  I got up slowly, sat on the sofa, looked at her angry look, and wanted to open my mouth to say something to her several times, but I don't know why the current situation has become like this, and I can't speak.  Seeing her take out the quilt as well, the blue quilt fell to my side, I suppressed the surging anger, said nothing, and undressed.  It's no longer a blissful nude, getting under the covers in underwear, leaving the back to the wife, lying there and dozing.  Listening to the sound of my wife, she is walking, the bathroom, the sound of flushing, the daughter's crib, the ceiling light is turned off, the quilt is turned off, the TV is turned off, and there is that unbearable silence again.  Knowing that my wife would be too angry to fall asleep, I turned around and lay flat there, thinking hard, how could it be like this?  Turning his head, he looked at his wife's pink quilt in the dark.  This is what we each like your color, carefully selected by my wife.  Not wanting to continue this disgusting mood, I tentatively stretched my legs into my wife's quilt.

    My wife curled up there, touched her cool little feet, gently kicked off my caress, and straightened her legs. I took advantage of the situation to grab my thin arms, and my wife twisted. After all, I couldn't resist my strength, so I turned around.  , a pair of piercing cold eyes in the dark: "Why, don't you want to sleep!" I rubbed into her bed: "I'm sorry wife, I was wrong." I didn't know where I was wrong, so I could only say: "I shouldn't  Make you angry." My wife didn't speak, she was waiting for me to reflect deeply.  I had no choice but to continue to state: "Didn't I just come back, sit with the old man for a while." There was still no response.  He quickly revealed his true dark side: "Do you think I can't get angry? I endured it for so long and ran back all the way to meet this flood." My wife couldn't help but burst out laughing.  I also boldly kissed her tightly closed lips, but my wife turned her head away and finally spoke with satisfaction: "I don't know, it was five or six days in advance, you look at you, and when you come back, you will pull your face.  "I hurriedly confessed: "No, I'm just angry that you show those things everywhere, what do you mean?" I said this, but I didn't feel too disappointed in my heart, and my wife laughed again: "No, I just want you not to harass me."  I feel like a hungry wolf every time I come back." I smiled helplessly, since my wife successfully completed the transformation from a woman to a woman, I have some resistance to the sex scene, and I am very passive every time we are together.  No way, maybe it's my problem, I shouldn't have such passionate enthusiasm.

    Embracing my wife's frail body, she also curled up into my arms, chatted a few interesting things about the children, and I smiled contentedly.  With such sweetness, what more can a husband ask for.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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