My Dreamy Old Husband

Meanwhile, an unprecedented war took place in the master bedroom, from the bed, to the carpet, the balcony, the shower, the dressing room, the gym, the bathroom…

When Sophia woke up the next day, she felt that her body wasn’t her own. Her head hurt; her teeth hurt; her tongue hurt; even her hips, butt, chest, stomach, and legs hurt. It hurt even to go to the toilet.

She was like a robot that was seldom used, and the sudden exertion forced her rusty parts to screech against each other painfully, but she wasn’t allowed the time to get used to it.

Last night, Michael had practically been like a beast as he took her. So vicious he was in his conquest that they ended up going through quite a few condoms. Sitting up was painful, and standing up was painful, not to mention lying down on her back, her front, or even on her side.

Michael woke up at last. Turning over to lie on his side, he looked at her before asking in an amused way, “You going to ignore me?”

“Nope, nope.” Sophia’s weak voice made its way over from the pillow.

“Was last night a thrill?”

“Yes, yes! Couldn’t be any more thrilling!”

“I handed over half a month’s worth of seed in last night’s session. Are you moved by that?”

Sophia was currently as timid as a new bride. “Yes…”

reached out and ruffled

body had clearly grown, and she now had more meat on her bones, which made her look even cuter. Now that her little face was now a bit longer and mature, she had gained the look of a grown woman. The gap between her appearance in that photo he had first seen

duckling. Her looks weren’t anything to write home about, and she was shrimpy. Her skin was sickly pale as she sat at a desk piled high with books, dressed in her fading uniform, a pen in one hand and her other hand propping up

she thinking then? Perhaps she was wondering what to eat for lunch, or maybe she was wondering what she would do if she got into Bayside University. Even so, there was still a hint of joy and carefreeness by her brows. She might have been plain, but her eyes still had a resolute determination to

look in her eyes. It was

back to the spotlight that she had stepped away

on the stage then. As he listened to her song, he immersed himself in her enthralling voice that was filled with a myriad emotions,

she finished her performance, he

whoever they set their eyes on. They would end up with whoever they first took a fancy

just probably gone along with things. Since they had grown up together, even Old Master Fletcher and the people around him said that they would be a pair. He also thought that he

constantly kept their distance while under Old Master Fletcher’s eyes. They never dared to cross that line. Always, he felt that there was something

he realized that their relationship had been the result of going

together only because Old Master Fletcher and the rest of the family hoped they would, but the moment he caught sight of Sophia in that photo, he

a tiny little seed, clad in a grey coat while lying in his palm. He nurtured her, giving her a space for her to grow healthily, allowing

with marks from Michael. There were even a few light imprints of a bite on her butt, so light that they could barely be seen. The man was in a good mood after

up and drank some water before getting into the shower. As he washed himself, he even sang a song to express the delight he felt after a night’s romp. “You’re my lover, a lass like a rose. With

again. It was probably

becoming the most clicked-on articles within a few hours. On this day, an entertainment reporter made the long journey to Africa to interview Faye, asking her whether she had married Taylor in