My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

"Ah!" Harley gasped, before he could even react, he was already dragged onto the bed by the other person.

"I... feel so uncomfortable..." Calvert's voice murmured, his body heavily pressing down on Harley. His eyes were hazy as he looked at her, and his feverish body kept rubbing against hers. Harley was startled by Calvert's sudden move. But then he realized what was pressing against his body. It was his...

So, his body is just reacting to the medication right now.

This is a normal occurrence.

"Harley, can you help me..." His voice was hoarse, and his beautiful black eyes were full of mist.

A thought crossed Harley's mind, recalling Karen's words. Could she really handle it if he were to be with other women in the future?

Is it really right to be together, unbound by anything, all in the name of selfishness?

Just how much did she like him? At this moment, his actions didn't bother her at all. In fact, she even wanted... to knock him over, to see him moved, to be the only one reflected in his eyes... Even... they want to make him cry!

What kind of sick joke is this?! Harley thought to himself.

the mist in his eyes growing thicker, as

if making some kind of resolution,

down, touching his

a kiss yet, but now, she had touched him there. This... was probably a triple

his eyes involuntarily closing, a soft hum escaping

comfortable?" She was

"So...so good, I

you touch me more..." Calvert pleaded, the burning heat in his body seemed to lessen a lot

so comfortable that he didn't want to wake

dreams would she help him like this,

previously hazy thoughts gradually became clear, and the sensation was still so

are you saying,

well? Why has your face suddenly turned so pale?" Harley's voice echoed in Calvert's

eyes still tightly