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When An Xiaojing was holding the "cheongsam" and was about to enter the dressing room, Yan Wujing grabbed his wrist unexpectedly, and he turned his head with puzzled eyes.

"What are you pulling me for? I'm going to change clothes, don't you want to read it?"

"I don't want to see it, I just want you to change in front of me."

An Xiaojing froze for a moment, he really wanted to refuse Yan Wujing's unreasonable request.

"But I'm not used to changing clothes in front of other people."

Yan Wujing suddenly showed aggrieved eyes, let go of his hands, and sat down on the sofa in frustration.

"It turns out that in your heart, I have always been someone else."

As soon as An Xiaojing saw Yan Wujing's aggrieved look, he realized that he had said something wrong again.

"Wujing, don't be like this, let alone think about it, you have never been someone else, you are my boyfriend."

Yan Wujing raised his eyes aggrieved, blinked, and asked: "You said you are not used to changing clothes in front of others, if you don't change in front of me tonight, then you will treat me as someone else."

An Xiaojing looked at Yan Wujing in front of him, and he suddenly felt like he was being tricked by Yan Wujing.

Why is this child getting more and more...

Before An Xiaojing could figure out why, his thoughts were interrupted by Yan Wujing.

"Honey, are you really not going to change?"

what? !

wife? !

"What did you just call me?"

Yan Wujing pretended to be aggrieved again, and complained: "My wife, can't I call you that? Why do you want to kill me?"

what? !

Kill him?

An Xiaojing recalled his actions just now, was there any element of violence?

You speak very softly!

"Hey, I know, I haven't been loved since I was a child, and even my boyfriend despises me."

Saying that, Yan Wujing took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the coffee table, put it in his mouth and lit it.

He took a puff, and as soon as he exhaled a little smoke, he quickly snuffed out the cigarette like a frightened deer.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be smoking in front of you, obviously you don't like it."

Yan Wujing stood up and turned his back to An Xiaojing, "I have been trying my best to please you, but you always treat me as if you are far away from me. I don't know if I ask too much, which makes you feel very unhappy. In fact, as long as you If you say no, I will restrain myself and never make excessive demands on you again, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

At this moment, in An Xiaojing's eyes, Yan Wujing was like a child longing to be loved.

An Xiaojing looked at Yan Wujing's lost back, his heart ached, and he couldn't help but soften his heart.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, I'll change in front of you, I'm just shy."

Yan Wujing turned around, his eyes were full of joy, he smiled and said, "I've seen it all, don't be shy with me."

An Xiaojing rolled his eyes, feeling that this kid is so cute.

"Then change it, I'll watch."

Yan Wujing sat on the sofa with his legs spread apart, looking like a big boss.

He put one hand on the handle of the sofa, propped his chin, and watched An Xiaojing change into that "cheongsam" like looking at a work of art.

The collar of the "cheongsam" is very low, perfectly displaying An Xiaojing's swan neck and collarbone in front of Yan Wujing.

The hem of the skirt just covered the place that should be covered, and those two long white legs just fell into Yan Wujing's sight.

Yan Wujing remembered that from the first time he saw An Xiaojing, he was attracted by An Xiaojing's legs.

Yan Wujing stared at An Xiaojing affectionately, and blinked at An Xiaojing, his eyes were full of temptation.

"Wife, come here."

An Xiaojing swallowed, tugged at the hem of her skirt unaccustomed, and walked to Yan Wujing's side unnaturally.

Suddenly, Yan Wujing took him into his arms, and without giving him a chance to think, Yan Wujing just kissed his thin lips like that.

The fanaticism hit like a tsunami, almost suffocating An Xiaojing in his enthusiasm.

Yan Wujing's breath hit An Xiaojing's nose, covering An Xiaojing's nostrils like a wet mist.

"Yan..."

An Xiaojing couldn't call out Yan Wujing's name completely all night.