Hot, very hot. His throat tightened, moving up and down, as a dangerous fire sparked in his deep and profound eyes.
Damn it, where did his self-control go?!
Even just now, recklessly demanding her, he acted involuntarily, pouncing on her and covering her with his body. It was only then that he suddenly realized that in front of her, his self-control had long been defeated?
Little Eva Nightingale, you must be my nemesis.
Isn't that right?
Truly, you will be the death of me!
The heat in his body at this moment made him frown unhappily, his gaze fixed on her slightly swollen lips. He really felt like taking a bite.
Forget it, seeing the bruises on her body, his heart ached.
Holding her, he walked towards the large bed and said in a low voice, "Wife, sleep tight."
The fire in his heart had not subsided.
His wife had returned, and he should go deal with those people!
