My Dreamy Old Husband

Staring wide-eyed at Michael, Sophia subconsciously licked her lips as she imagined two versions of herself fighting with each other in her head.

One of the two versions punched the other hard in the chest like a ferocious tiger before throwing itself on top of the latter. ‘Just kiss him! He is your hubby—it’s not illegal to kiss your own husband!’

However, before its words could fade, the other version of herself sprang to its feet with a kip-up and pinned it down, beating the hell out of its counterpart while cautioning her, ‘No, you must not kiss him! We’re talking about Michael, the Prince Charming of countless young men and ladies; you’ll be in trouble if you kiss him!

Sophia, you must hang in there and not let yourself be tempted by his handsome looks and attractive body! Charming handsomeness makes women fall hard, and your Lord is still a pervert no matter how handsome he is! Have you forgotten about the two large and long Asian swamp eels in his bedroom’s fish tank?’

Sophia’s rational self soon gained the upper hand once again. It said, ‘No, you can’t kiss him; you have to think about the consequences of you kissing him! You’ll be done for if you do so—just think about the two cases of condoms! Even though women can’t become infertile from having too much sex, it’s still exhausting to do the business for tens of times in succession!’

Her two selves were locked in an intense fight, but neither of them gained the upper hand.

Sophia downed a glass of wine all of a sudden, pretending to make her rational self drunk so that her seduced self could emerge.

Having drunk a glass of wine, she felt a powerful surge of courage that instantly filled her with energy. Then, she quietly kissed Michael when he wasn’t noticing.

Since she was too nervous, she didn’t manage to kiss his lips. Her lips, which were still moistened with red wine, merely touched the corner of his lips lightly.

Startled by the sudden icy kiss, Michael subconsciously responded with a ‘Hmm?’ before lowering his head to look at his pretty, young wife next to him. He saw a sheepish-looking Sophia, who hung her head and avoided his gaze; her face as red as a carrot, and her eyes were wandering.

“Tsk!” Michael clicked his tongue in admiration. His pretty, young wife had finally learned to take liberties with him!

would be boring to spend the entire night watching fireworks.

her in his arms as he walked toward his bedroom. He then said to Nathan, “Stay up by yourself, darling. Your Mom and I are

speechless, whereas Sophia’s face turned scarlet as she buried

be so explicit? she thought to

fireworks were still going off one after another outside the window, he had also readied himself to get this New Year off to a

intertwined with one another

grabbing her ankle. Her fair and tender feet were as delicate as a piece of porcelain, making him unable to tear himself away from them. Not being able to restrain himself, he caressed her foot several times again

something like a red

a large firework in the garden. The firework went off over the roof with a loud pop, producing lights that penetrated through the thick curtains which illuminated the ‘birthmark’ in an instant. The blurry image of a wolf’s head came

head seemed very

the lights.

a closer look at the ‘birthmark,’ he realized that it seemed to be more of a burn mark instead. Moreover, the burn mark didn’t seem to have been caused by an accident; instead, it was deliberately made into the shape of a wolf’s head. However, the wolf’s head had become a little

asked Sophia. Embarrassed, she tried to withdraw her foot, but she couldn’t do so because

face suddenly turned serious. He then

scar, Sophia suddenly recalled that particular night; her rosy

“I got it before Joe

never looked so serious before. He suddenly tightened his grip on her ankle and asked, “Who left this scar on

know. I lost consciousness back then; when I woke

and

and humiliate me. They broke my leg at the time, so I was forced to jump into the river to flee for my life. After being swept away by the river, I was washed ashore on a small island in the middle of the river. The person washed ashore too, and I begged him to save my life since I had drowned and broken my leg at the time. He put