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 and

been kept in the military hospital to recover and hadn’t been going to class. All she did was watch ‘Temptations Of Home’ or stuff like that. Her 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

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

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

eyes. It was the same look his mother had when his mother and

Fletcher was already an officer then, and Elizabeth Murray had gone back to the spotlight that she had stepped away from a

her heart out on the stage then. As he listened to her song, he immersed himself in her enthralling voice that

through her song; all the loneliness, her strength, and her elegance. When she finished her performance, he

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

around him said that they would be a pair. He also thought that he would end up with

Fletcher’s eyes. They never dared to cross that

then that he realized that their relationship had been the result of going along with what others thought. That

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 the sky

her, giving her a space for her to grow healthily, allowing her to slowly sprout and

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

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

was probably nine already, for Glory Entertainment’s PR staff were already at work snapping up front page

clicked-on articles within a few hours. On this day, an entertainment reporter made the long journey to Africa to interview Faye, asking