Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
One Hundred and Forty Four

"Your eyes show that you don't believe me!"

Marco growled and pointed at his two eyeballs with two fingers.

"My eyes why? What terrible thing have my eyes done to make you so upset like this ...?" He began to be unable to control the emotional vibrations within himself.

"Your eyes suck!" turn his face away.

There was a long sigh before Marco pinched Vanya's cheek with anxiety and sat down next to the woman.

"I believe you! I told you I just wanted to make sure. If I had done that, I could only be relieved. Do you understand, my darling?"

"Geez!" Vanya showed an angry aura. "Do it! But ... Don't you dare mess with me!"

"Just hold! I promise you that" said Marco. Now his hand moved slowly to open the clothes that the woman was wearing. In an instant Vanya's body was plastered and left only two thin fabrics as a barrier to the sensitive part.

"Have you?" the woman tried to hide her embarrassment.

"Never," said Marco, folding his lips inwardly, holding back an uneasy feeling at the sight of his wife's sudden child-like behavior.

Vanya looked away once more. He did not want to look at Marco's face for a second because in consciousness he was still awake one hundred percent.

"the hunt! I'm going to find Ella! She hasn't drank her milk rations." His lips twisted the reason by carrying the name of the child who was actually sleeping soundly in the next room.

"Ella had taken a quiet nap. He ate ice cream and a piece of cake. It means the child's stomach is full."

"Hm. I forgot," he said clumsily. This is what Vanya felt as Marco's sharp eyes began to go down every inch of his body. And not until Marco touched on that part, he was goosebumps like in the electric sting bemega-mega volt.

Can you just run away no?

Vanya's mind started screaming.

Marco smiled with relief. Thankfully ... there was not a single cut on his wife's inner body. He then rubbed the skin of the woman's stomach until the victim jerked wrong behavior.

"Ma-want what?" He was sweating so nervously. Come on Vanya .. You are not the first night in the bridal room.

However, it does not deny that the examination feels like an execution titled torture—inner torture more precisely.

"He's sure he's okay, right? That bastard didn't touch your stomach at all!" marco asked furiously when he remembered Syam's annoying face in the warehouse.

The main thing that forced Marco to castrate the man was his innocent pretentious mouth. Instead of apologizing and admitting a mistake, the man attacks Marco with a goddamn trick.

Syam said that he had enjoyed Vanya's body many times. Even Syam made up the story that Vanya is the type of woman who thirsts for male touch. Marco certainly did not believe. He did various ways until Syam finally wanted to admit his mistake.

However, it still makes Marco furious until finally he decided to cut the precious anu belonging to the man.

Explanation is enough.

"That's not to the touch, is it?"

"Why touch that one?"

"I'm just making sure!" resolute again.

Vanya. Pointing to the sensitive part using eye cues. "He didn't touch me on this part and this. Just almost kissed my lips. It didn't matter either because I immediately parried it by hand. As much as possible I rebelled until I managed to escape," he explained.

"So these lips are almost—" Marco's brain instantly boils down instantly. He stopped talking and immediately kissed a glimpse of that adorable thing.

"It's mine! I must immediately remove the trail even if it's just a tiny speck of dust from the filthy human's body." One kiss landed again.

Augh. This possessive man, growled Vanya in his heart.

"OKs. The examination is enough. Now I just believe that you're okay." Marco picked up the Vanya canal shirt lying beside his thigh. Intending to put the barrier cloth back on Vanya's body.

"Wait a minute!"

"Why?" The man nodded. Staring at Vanya's blushing face with astonished eyes. "You wear it yourself? You're still ashamed of your own husband paeq?"

Ck. Marco sees it almost every day.

"No!" Woman shakes her head.

"I want. I'm pengiiiin." He placed two hands on Marco's shoulders. "Now" he commanded.

"You want this?" ask Marco to make sure.

"Yes," Vanya replied as enthusiastically as Ella as she spoke.

Marco smiled. What can't she do for this pregnant woman? "Hmmm. All right, I'll do it fast enough so you don't get tired."

Again, Vanya shakes full of rejection.

"Nooooooo! I want four rounds!"

"What?"

Marco's consciousness fell to the bottom of the earth.

What made my wife turn aggressive like this? Is it because the baby already has the talent of lecherous early on?

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