The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 429 Olive, I miss you
The current posture was very difficult. Olive couldn’t stand on the ground with both feet. Her legs wrapped around his slim waist. He kissed her so fiercely, as if he were about to eat her alive, Olive could only instinctively pull her legs together and clung to him.
At this moment, Elvis felt that his waist was slowly tightening, he left her red lips, buried his handsome face in her long hair, and said in a deep voice: “Why so tightly?”
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Olive hastily placed two small hands on his stiff shoulders, pushing him away: “Then put me down. Your hands don’t hurt anymore?”
After saying that, Olive pinched his right arm. The muscles on his arm were very strong, full of manly aura, and didn’t look like a disability at all.
“Elvis, you’re not lying to me, are you? Have you been doing rehab lately? I think your right arm is okay!”
Elvis knew that his lie had heen exposed. He had been in rehabilitation training for a long time. A man who lost his right arm won’t even be able to hug her in the future. So he worked hard, and the recovery effect was very good. His hand had returned to the level of a normal person.
“You’ll see if my arm is good or not,” Elvis said. Then he directly reached out his right arm to pick her up, carrying her out.
Olive was taken aback. Now he is hugging her with one arm like a baby. She was a 90-pound girl, but he easily took her into his arms and strutted her into the room, that’s the maximum boyfriend’s strength.
Olive punched him with her fist. “What are you doing? Put me down first.”
Elvis used his arm to throw her, her slender body falling onto the soft bed. Olive’s pupils constricted. They argued again, but arguing in bed would be very dangerous,
Olive tugged at the blanket with both hands and rushed up, wanting to run away.
But Elvis was the first to sense her motives, he pinched her slender ankles and pulled her back, pulling her under him.

“Elvis, what the hell are you going to do?” Olive struggled twice, staring at the pink sandals on her feet.
Elvis climbed onto the bed, imprisoning her impassively, placing his recovered right arm on the side of her head, the other behind her back, saying, “Let’s do one-handed push-ups together.”
One-handed push-ups?
Olive blushed, “No. If you want to exercise then do it. I’ll go first.”
“No. Others say one-arm push-ups need men and women to practice together. At that time I thought of you, and always wanted to find a chance to practice with you.”
“I won’t…”
“Don’t move, watch me.”
Having said that, Elvis started one-arm push-ups.
Olive felt that Elvis was a terrible man. His belt was tied loosely, but now when he does push-ups, most of his chest is exposed. Below his chest were his six-pack abs and a perfect mermaid line.
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The mermaid line sank into his panties. Olive didn’t mean to peek, but she did see the black panties he was wearing.
A man who used to be so handsome and decent is now extravagant, s exy, and… bored, almost deadly seductive.
Olive’s slender eyelashes trembled in terror, and now her red lips rose slightly, it turned out that he had kissed her.
When he did push-ups, he went up and down, leaving her red lips as he went up and kissing her as he came down.
Olive’s little head exploded with a bang. She finally understood why he said men and women should do one-arm push-ups together. It turned out that it was the reason.
Olive’s delicate eyebrows and eyes showed a smile. She was kissed twice by him, she giggled and put her small hand up to cover her red lips, preventing him from kissing-
Elvis stopped the one-armed push-ups, hugged her beautiful small face with two big hands, and laughed h oar se ly, “What’s wrong? I can do a hundred push-ups when you’re not around. I wanted to invite you to practice with me, but when you really came. I practiced more than a dozen times and fell down, falling on top of you.”
Olive felt her ears tingle, and if this continued, she might not be able to help but throw him down, but she still hadn’t decided to be with him.
She thought, “Olive, hurry up and wake up. Don’t be mesmerized by this man’s super-masculinity!” “Now let go of me, you can do one-handed push-ups, I’ll go downstairs.”
Elvis’ short neat hair was almost naturally dry. Now his soft bangs cover his dark eyes, and he looks a little younger, like a little wolf clinging to his little girlfriend and won’t let go…
A little wolf.
Olive felt that if there was one animal to describe Elvis, it would be a little wolf!.
“Olive, I don’t want to do one-arm push-ups now, let’s do a different sport.” Elvis laughed hoarsely, curling his thin lips.