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…”

and ruffled

or so, she had 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

sat at a desk piled high with books, dressed in her fading uniform, a pen in one hand and her other hand propping up her cheek while she looked

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

It was the same look his mother had when his mother and father first

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

had met 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

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

always been loyal to whoever they set their eyes on. They

along with things. Since they had grown up together, even Old Master Fletcher and the people around him said

dared to cross that line. Always, he felt that there was something between him and Irene that was

‘love’ between them crumbled so easily. It was only then that he realized that their

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 the sky for this fragile yet strong girl with his own warm hands, to build a space that was like a sacred land

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 her to slowly sprout and

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

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 soul was ensnared past

sites again. It was probably nine already, for Glory Entertainment’s PR staff were

the front pages, their articles soon 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