Athach noticed that someone was watching, and her face became redder. She wanted to break away from Conlin’s kiss.
But Conlin’s hands, holding her slender waist, kissed more overbearing than before.
Athach was unable to breathe after being kissed, and Conlin bit her lip a little harder with anger of desire and dissatisfaction, and then let her go.
Athach: …
This guy will bite after kissing!
Conlin took Athach into his arms and looked up at the two men who never left.
Those who peek didn’t blush. Why did they blush?
Athach gently pushed Conlin, but he held her tighter and leaned in her ear: “Be good, Mrs. Greef, or I’ll kiss you.”
He was addicted to her.
The sweetness in her mouth diluted his pain of taking medicine.
Athach didn’t push him, but she choked on his thin waist.
The meat on Conlin’s waist was very strong. When Athach pinches, he didn’t feel pain. Instead, he felt itchy.
There was another kind of feeling that the little wife was spoiling him.
Comfortable!
Aderyn looked at the two of them, still sticking over there, so she pulled her lips and smiled: “Sister and Mr. Greef were really in love.”
Peyman looked at Athach, and the red skirt was extraordinarily red, which made Athach more and more bright. She looks more charming because her eyebrows and eyes were slightly flattered after being kissed.
Peyman felt very bad about it.
This woman, who liked him, was his.
Aderyn turned to Peyman and asked:”Now that my sister is so happy, Peyman is also very happy. Finally, I don’t have to worry about my sister having an accident, right?”
Peyman thought Aderyn was jealous when he heard this.
But for Aderyn, she was just reminding Conlin how much Athach once liked Peyman!
Peyman glanced at Athach: “I don’t care about her. She’s just a person who can change her love in three or two days. I’m really worried that before this winter comes, some people will be cuckold.”
This means that Athach was dying for Peyman a few days ago, and now she can kiss with Conlin.
He said that Athach’s mind was weak, she was a slut, and sooner or later she would cuckold Conlin.
In this regard, Athach slightly raised eyebrows, and this pair of scum stirred up discord so synchronously. If they were not together, they will really harm others.
Athach raised her eyebrows and chuckled:”Then Mr. Hards must persist and never give up.”
Then she took Conlin’s hand and said:”Honey, let’s go.”
Conlin was very satisfied with this title, which almost touched his heart.
As for the previous violence caused by jealousy, it had long been eaten by Athach.
Athach took Conlin’s hand, walked to come over, and when she passed Peyman, she stopped.
She looked up at Peyman, and her eyebrows slightly bent: “Mr. Hards’s fiancee was lying on the ground all wet. It was really licentious when she begged my husband to give her a hand.”
Aderyn blanched.
Peyman glared at Athach: “You are talking nonsense! Do you think everyone is like you? Can’t you just think of a good night if you can’t pursue it? ”
Athach didn’t respond either, but with a slight sneer of disdain, she dragged Conlin away.
Conlin didn’t say anything, but it was pulled away by Athach like this, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.
Athach didn’t care whether Peyman believes it or not. Anyway, as long as she said it, they can be suspicious of each other.
It’s a dream to try to alienate her from Conlin!