He stood up and planned to take the sandalwood box. I saw the opportunity and stretched out my legs to hook his waist, coaxing: "Since you are collecting antiques, I can't force anyone to love you. But I'm so thirsty, can you satisfy me?"
He frowned, but his palms honestly pressed against my thighs to prevent them from falling off due to fatigue.
"Don't Aqing have a boyfriend?"
His touch made me feel sore in the soles of my legs, my insteps were tense and arched, and I was trembling when I spoke: "You are right, I can't abandon my useless wife just because you are rich, so..."
"Let's have a threesome."
Intention: Love yourself passionately every day!