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 her

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

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

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

see this girl’s specialness just with that look in her eyes. It was the same look his mother had when his mother

Murray had gone back to the spotlight that she had stepped away from

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

strength, and her elegance. When she finished her performance, he

on. They would end

together, even Old Master Fletcher and the people around him said that they would be a pair. He also thought that he would

they were dating each other, they 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 between him and Irene that was hindering their relationship from taking

easily. It was only then that he realized that their

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

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 blossom under his warm

covered 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.

he got 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 your fiery lips, my soul was ensnared

and opened up the entertainment sites again. It was probably nine already, for Glory Entertainment’s PR staff were already at work snapping

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