Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Feng Sujin explained almost incoherently.

She was either running away or not afraid, or she was not used to it and was very restrained.

Then again, she knew that she hadn't slept well. She woke up two days ago and saw that she was on Mr. Jun like a fish.

At that time, she was anxious to find a hole to drill in.

On the day she promised to marry Jun Mohan, she was already mentally prepared, and she told herself to be a good wife. How could she avoid such a thing!

She doesn't.

Feng Sujin looked up at Jun Mohan, her teeth biting her lower lips, her eyelashes trembling, her eyes wet.

Jun Mohan listened to Feng Sujin's words, looked at her look again, her body was stiff, her eyes flashed.

Xu Yan, he got up, all the momentum was taken back, his breath was restrained, as if he had become the noble and elegant Mr. Jun before.

He reached out and patted Su Sujin's hair gently. "Remember, you are my wife, and you must have such an awareness."

"I know that you will be my most important person in the future."

Jun Mohan's eyes flashed a surprise, apparently did not expect Feng Sujin to answer like this.

However, this sentence made Jun Mohan's mood good, his faint gloom faded, and he became warm and watery.

He bowed his head slightly, and dropped a kiss on Feng Sujin's lips. "Well, good boy, go to bed early!"

Then, Jun Mohan turned and left the bedroom.

Feng Sujin froze for a while, then climbed onto the bed, sitting a little dazed at the bed.

After a while, Jun Mohan came in with a towel and a hairdryer.

He sat down next to the bed and patted him on the side, "Ajin, come here."

Feng Sujin hadn't recovered yet, and the body reacted one step before sitting next to Jun Mohan.

Jun Mohan gathered Feng Sujin's wet hair first, wiped her again with a towel, and then blow her hair with a hairdryer. The hair dryer "hula hula" sounded.

Jun Mohan and Feng Sujin did not speak, but they had a particularly warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Feng Sujin could feel the gentle treatment of Jun Mohan, and the heart he had just raised fell down, and his whole body seemed to be surrounded by a warm feeling.

Jun Mohan was blowing, feeling his arm sink.

So his young wife fell asleep.

The movement in Jun Mohan's hand paused, and then resigned to laugh.

He shook his head, hugged Feng Sujin gently, and found a comfortable position for her. He continued to blow her hair, and her movements became softer.

Her hair was dry, and Jun Mohan put the hair dryer on the bedside table and smoothed her hair.

Gently place her on the bed again and give her a pillow.

He packed himself up and took Feng Sujin back into his arms after going to bed.

His wife is really young, and he can fully accommodate her in one embrace.

If he really wanted her, he didn't know if her body could bear it.

Looking at her quiet sleeping face, Jun Mohan sighed slightly. His injury was not a big deal, but his body was special, otherwise he would not be injured and fever that day ...

Thinking of his body, Jun Mohan's eyes flashed a dark light, which seemed to be contemplative.

It was not until late at night that he fell asleep.

When Feng Sujin woke up the next day, Jun Mohan was no longer in bed.

She got up and rubbed her head, not remembering how she slept last night.

It seems that when Jun Mohan blows her hair, she has no memory at the back, would she fall asleep?