Meng Qingcheng (5)

Although it was a little childish tonight, it was also a way to vent her anger. It could also be considered as completely forgetting the past and truly holding on to it. That was happiness.

Meng Qingcheng looked at the tears under his wife's eyes and the Hickey on her shoulder with great pleasure. He thought to himself proudly that she had been living a comfortable life all these years. He had always been gentle to her in bed, as if he couldn't bear to use any of those tricks on her.

in the past, he had played with her a lot, but xiao ran was such a serious woman, so when he looked at her, he could not bring himself to do it.

Meng Qingcheng held his forehead and laughed softly. Now that he was middle-aged, he became more impetuous.

he didn't sleep much that night, but he was still in good spirits. it was just that he had really overdone it. after getting out of bed, he kissed her again before going downstairs.