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 her sweaty

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

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

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

just with that look in her eyes. It was the same look

had gone back to the spotlight that she had stepped away from a while back, becoming a globally renowned actress. She was just a step away

during a charity gala one night. She was one of the performers invited, and she sang her heart out on the stage then. As he listened to her song, he immersed himself in her enthralling voice that was filled with a myriad emotions, as though she was telling a

she finished her performance, he weaved through her

been loyal to whoever they set their eyes on. They

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 would end

cross that line. Always, he felt that there was something

between them crumbled so easily. It was only then that he realized that their relationship had been the result of going along with what others thought. That wasn’t love at

and Irene had gotten 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 wanted to protect her and hold up

a grey coat while lying in his palm. He nurtured her, giving her a space for her to grow healthily, allowing her to slowly sprout and eventually

her butt, so light that they could barely be seen. The man

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 your fiery lips, my

at her phone and opened up the entertainment sites again. It was probably nine already, for Glory

a few hours. On this day, an entertainment reporter made the long journey to Africa to interview Faye, asking her whether