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.

ears, the mist in his eyes growing

breath, as if making some kind of

hand slowly moved down,

touched him there. This... was probably a triple

her palm, his eyes involuntarily

comfortable?" She was

"So...so good, I

in his

comfortable that he didn't want to wake

dreams would she help him like this, their bodies intimately

physical desires, Calvert suddenly shivered. His previously hazy thoughts gradually

are you saying, this

wrong? Still not feeling well? Why has your face suddenly

tightly shut, his entire body becoming