The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

The heat from his ankle made Haman puzzled, and he looked down in a daze.

Seeing 49 holding his ankle, Haman kicked 49 who was sitting on the side of the bed a little unhappy.

He blushed and said 49, "You are really strange, why do you keep messing with me, isn't this the way you get along with country H?"

Harman finally asked his doubts.

49, who was listening, smiled, and answered Harman with certainty, "Men in our H country will only do this kind of thing to their wives."

"Lying." Harman muttered in disbelief, then kicked 49 again, licked his mouth and said in a daze, "My throat is so dry, I want to drink water."

"wait for me."

49 got up and walked to the coffee table, poured a glass of water and returned to Harman.

Haman got up limply, frowned and supported his head, then looked at 49 with displeasure, as if asking why 49 gave him a drink and made him feel so uncomfortable.

49 also saw Haman's complaint, and he didn't expect Haman to pour a glass.

At first, he just wanted to leave Haman alone for a while. Naturally, he didn't object to Haman being able to do something when he drank too much, but he didn't expect Haman to drink so well.

After drinking the water, Harman returned the cup to 49.

49 casually put it on the bedside table, and looked back at Haman, and the two of them just looked at each other.

49 smiled subconsciously, raised his hand to comb Haman's messy long hair, and put it behind Haman's ear.

Haman frowned slightly, and said 49 unhappily, "In our D country, you will be cut off if you do this to nobles. Only legal couples can do this kind of thing."

"I haven't thought about marrying a man as my wife, but I don't mind marrying you."

While speaking, 49 pulled down Haman's nightgown to cover Haman's exposed white legs, fearing that he would see too much and something would happen.

Hearing that 49 wanted to marry him, Haman couldn't figure it out, so he just stared at 49 fiercely.

"Is it strange what I said?"

49 asked with a smile, and moved closer to Haman's lips as he spoke, and kissed after hesitating.

49 didn't come with a passionate kiss, but just a superficial touch.

Haman blinked stupidly, he was stunned by the soft touch on his lips.

"Is this also the etiquette of your h country?"

Haman's innocent eyes just met 49's face.

49 didn't explain, but the one who was close to Haman kissed him again, clasped the back of Haman's head with his big hand, and slid his fingertips into the clenching at the root of his hair.

Haman didn't resist or refuse, but opened his mouth slightly in a strange way.

I don't know if it was because he drank too much, or because he didn't hate it, but he didn't push 49 away.

When 49 let him go, he exhaled lightly, and looked at 49 with blurred eyes.

49 kissed Haman's lips again, raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corner of Haman's mouth, and a smile appeared on his face.

Haman only felt dizzy and comfortable, which was the first time he had experienced such a thing.

Is it not enough to have no kiss?

Harman looked at himself without blinking, which made 49 raise his eyebrows.

49 touched Haman's pink lips tentatively, as if to see if Haman hated touching him.

Haman didn't hate it, he opened his mouth and bit 49 fingers.

49 felt dangerous in an instant, and if he continued like this, he might really hit a home run.

He doesn't hate it, but Haman is in a state of drinking too much now and he can't take advantage of others.

49 withdrew his hand, wanting Haman to lie down and sleep.

But Haman's gaze followed his big hand suddenly, and he shook his hands, saying enviously, "Your hands are really big."

49 was distressed, and Haman who drank too much became more natural and easily lost his temper.

"Don't drink anymore."

49 Said to Haman seriously.

Haman looked at 49 with his beautiful golden pupils, and asked, "Why?"

"Not safe."

49 Saying this, he told Haman to lie down, and pulled the quilt over him.

Haman didn't quite understand, and stared at 49 directly.

"It's just that you are eaten up and wiped out without knowing what you look like. Fortunately, you met me." 49 said in a preaching tone.

Although Haman was dizzy after drinking too much, he also understood the meaning of 49's words, and his face turned slightly red.

What he said meant that he was interested in me, what kind of interest?

Haman's face became more and more red, and his mind was full of scenes of Seid serving with Shen Cheng.

He wants to do that to me too?

Haman looked at 49 above him without blinking his eyes, and held 49's hand tightly, the blush on his face became more and more attractive.

Who could hold back when Haman looked at him like this, no, 49 slowly leaned over to Haman's lips, and Haman subconsciously closed his eyes and waited.

"Mr. Harman, I'll wash the clothes you changed by hand."

The butler suddenly opened the door and entered the room with a loud voice, unable to conceal his joy.

Hearing the butler's voice, Haman immediately turned around and pulled the quilt to cover his body, blushing completely.

49, who was about to kiss Fangze, frowned, and looked at the housekeeper at the door with very unfriendly eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy, you go on, you go on." The butler immediately closed the door and went out.