After the first night in the bridal chamber, my childhood sweetheart wife asked me, why... is your technique so skilled?
Zhao Rong felt that this question was truly a killer.
The ultimate killer.
No less devastating than when he found out his close friend had kept eighteen mistresses hidden in a golden house.
Well, although that friend just wanted to make a certain childhood girl give up, and he married them just to have them as decorations...
But this is still quite a blow, isn't it?
Zhao Rong lowered his head to look at his wife's slender hand, which was gradually pounding his chest with increasing force.
To Lingfei, this matter with her husband was like a Pandora's box being opened.
The more she thought about it, the more unsettling it seemed.
The more she thought about his innocent expressions before, the more aggravating it became.
Zhao Rong faintly heard, under the covers, Qing Jun about to cry:
