A tingling came from the shoulder, stirring up the slightest shiver.
Violet ducked in a hurry and pushed his big head.
"Who said I was angry?"
This man, knowing that her sensitive place in the shoulder, as much as possible to make bad.
There was a clear hint of restraint in the woman's voice.
Louis pulled her body over and wrapped it into his arms.
"Really not angry? Not angry enough to leave me last night?"
This is said with a slyness.
Violet was speechless and saw Louis coming to kiss her again, so she hastily avoided it.
"Okay, it's early in the morning, stop it."
Louis tilted his head in a slight pause, looked at Violet's pretty face, and pulled her over to the couch.
On the floor, there was a keyboard and a durian.
"Tell me, wife, which one do you want me to kneel?"
Violet: "......"
This man, how could he think of that!
"Where did you get this durian? You brought it up early in the morning, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
Violet simply cried and laughed.
"Honey, the durian was taken from the kitchen, they knew I had upset my wife, so they picked a big durian especially for me."
The wife finally smiled.
It's not easy!
"Poor again."
Violet punched him lightly on the chest and pouted.
The only bit of depression left in the heart was also dispersed.
Louis' eyebrows were deep, and he reached out to gently stroke through her hair and said softly, "Honey, I was wrong, I promise, nothing like this will happen again."
It is his lack of consideration, and he will resolutely stay a meter away from women other than his wife.
"Okay, get out of here, I need to get changed."
Violet nudged him, not wanting to continue the conversation.
Louis looked at her puffy shoulders half exposed, charming appearance, eyes slightly deep.
"Honey, let me help you."
"No, don't you fool around."
"Honey, I'm not fooling around, I really want to help you."
"Louis, where are your hands going?"
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