He didn't come home tonight (6)

Ye Mulin's heart was in pain, but another part of him was in even more pain. He cried out and wanted to kiss her.

He tried to touch her lips, but she was unwilling and turned away.

ye mu lin's eyes looked at her deeply and his voice was low and hoarse."you don't like it when i kiss you?"

Her face turned even wider, and there were two drops of tears on her long eyelashes. It was very pitiful, but he just wanted to bully her. He reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to turn her head to look at him.

her eyes were moist and she looked a little fragile. he sighed. she was clearly a woman in her early thirties, but she still looked like a little girl. she was about the same age as wen yuan, who looked like a mother. he was mature and full of flavor, unlike her, who was as superficial as a little girl at her age. however, he, huahua, liked little girls.