Xia Weibao glared defiantly, "What do you mean I don’t want to give myself to you? Didn’t I give myself to you last night? Look for yourself."
Her chopsticks pointed towards the bedsheet behind her, where a glaring crimson patch bloomed quietly like a blood-red rose.
Lu Hualiang’s pupils contracted, and suddenly his heart trembled.
Thinking of last night’s soul-melting pleasure, he grew even more restless, his whole body burning like fire.
All his sensations rushed towards a certain part of his body, making it even harder for him to control himself.
And thinking of how he was knocked unconscious halfway through only fanned the flames of his fury!
He reached out and forcefully pinched her face, pulling it outward with a punishing intent.
"You still have the nerve to talk? Who was it that knocked me out!"
Xia Weibao’s face was contorted with pain as he tugged at her, "Let go, it hurts..."
Lu Hualiang released her, then gently rubbed the spot.
Her skin really was too tender, turning red from just a pinch.
Xia Weibao glared at him fiercely.
She felt somewhat guilty and also a bit resentful.
"It’s all because you have no technique, making it so painful for me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have lost control and knocked you out..."
Being criticized by his wife for poor performance the day after their wedding night was an absolute humiliation!
As for Lu Hualiang’s face, don’t even mention it.
"It’s whose fault that I have no technique? If you had practiced with me earlier, my technique would have been perfect!"
Xia Weibao really wanted to say that she had practiced with him for dozens of years a thousand years ago!
But remembering that he had no memory of it, she swallowed her words.
Otherwise, he might misunderstand again.
She turned her head away, no longer dealing with him.
All of Lu Hualiang’s desire had now been stirred up, leaving him in agony with veins bulging.
His whole body cried out for her, wanting her, wanting her, wanting her!
Waves of fragrance wafted over, like countless soft little hands teasing his nerves, making him even more restless.
So he moved closer to her, his hands wandering freely, seeking her, "Wife, help me..."
Xia Weibao’s body stiffened.
"I’m on my period, deal with it yourself."
Lu Hualiang’s gaze instantly turned wicked.
He whispered into her ear.
Xia Weibao’s face flushed red, calling him a beast, a hooligan!
How could he utter such vulgar words!
Such a thing, she could never bring herself to do, even if she were beaten to death!
Her teeth clenched with a clicking sound, "Say one more word, and see if I don’t bite you to death!"
"Go ahead and split the word ’bite’ into two if you can."
Xia Weibao was taken aback for a moment, split the word ’bite’...?
Realizing what he meant, her blood instantly rushed to her head, and then surged through her entire body.
Not just her face, her entire body, from her hair to her toes, blushed thoroughly.
Where’s the face, the face!
She discovered that Lu Hualiang’s skin was truly shameless, showing a trend to let loose without restraint.
To think he could say such vulgar things.
But she couldn’t finish her sentence.
Just then, a sausage lay on the plate; she picked it up and bit it in half.
Then she looked at him with a dangerous gaze.
If he wasn’t afraid, then let him come at her.
Lu Hualiang saw her definitive force and winced as a sudden pain struck him below.
Having a wife with so much strength was truly worrying.
Caught between the desire for momentary pleasure and the risk of ruining his sex life for the second half of his life, he decided it wasn’t worth the risk.
But he was really suffering now, with every part of his body screaming for her, the despair was real.
So his eyes, turning green with envy, landed on her soft, fair hands, as delicate as new shoots.
Actually, hands might do...
Gently, he took her left hand and kissed it softly, feeling even less able to restrain himself.