Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Feeling the pity in Jun Mohan's voice, Feng Sujin's heart was a little rippled, and the heart lake seemed a little uneasy.

In fact, after going through life and death, the two get along and become more harmonious.

Feng Sujin can't tell the difference. What kind of feelings are mixed in here.

She thought, maybe as Jun Mohan said before, let it be better.

Since returning, the two have begun to sleep in the same bed.

Of course, I used to sleep on a bed.

But at that time, when Jun Mohan went to bed, she fell asleep and did not know. When she woke up the next day, she did not see Jun Mohan, so she was not embarrassed.

But now, his physical injuries are not completely good, and he needs to rest early.

So every time Feng Sujin took a bath, scrubbed, and rubbed, and then went to bed, Jun Mohan still didn't sleep.

Jun Mohan sat on the bed and read the newspaper.

When he was serious, it seemed as if he could not eat the fireworks on earth, misty and mysterious.

Feng Sujin is somewhat restrained. In fact, she would rather fall asleep when washing was finished.

Obviously, no matter how late she was, Jun Mohan would not sleep early.

It seemed to hear a voice. Jun Mohan looked away from the newspaper and saw Feng Sujin, his eyes softened, "Done washing?"

Feng Sujin nodded, and after nodding, she realized how this sentence felt ambiguous.

For a moment, her face was hot.

Jun Mohan didn't know what Feng Sujin was thinking. He set his sight on Feng Sujin's hair, and said helplessly, "Why didn't you blow your hair today?"

Feng Sujin yanked her wet hair. "Well, I heard that the hair is naturally dry and good to the hair. I will sleep when the hair is dry. You sleep first."

After speaking, Feng Sujin hated biting her tongue. She lowered her head and did not dare to look at Jun Mohan's face.

Jun Mohan raised his eyebrows picturesquely, looked at Feng Sujin with a smile, and flashed a glamorous glory in his eyes, defying emotions.

Feng Sujin was looked at by Jun Mohan like this, his heart was beating.

"me……"

Jun Mohan stood up and walked slowly to Feng Sujin.

Every move reveals dignity and elegance, but for some reason, Feng Sujin always feels that the footsteps have a strong domineering.

Jun Mohan stood in front of Feng Sujin, and was a head taller than her, just looking down at her.

After watching for a while, Jun Mohan took a step forward slowly, Feng Sujin had to take a step back.

Jun Mohan's persecution was very heavy, until Feng Sujin pushed to the root of the wall and could not be retreated, she put out her little hand and put it on Jun Mohan's shirt.

I do not know why, under the strong breath of Jun Mohan, her heart was beating, as if she were about to jump out of her heart.

Jun Mohan put one hand in his pocket and one hand on the wall beside Feng Sujin.

He lowered his body slightly, near Feng Sujin's ear, lightly containing Feng Sujin's earlobe.

A current-like shudder rushed into Feng Sujin's whole body, "Oh ... ah ..."

Feng Sujin's toes curled up, and she couldn't help exclaiming.

Jun Mohan was obviously very satisfied with Feng Sujin's response, "A Jin, if I want you, do you think you can avoid it?"

Jun Mohan's voice was deep and clear, with magnetism, and Feng Sujin's heart trembled sharply.

Such a gentleman, full of momentum, Feng Sujin simply could not fight it.

"No ... no ... you are hurt, you can't ... you can't touch your wound."