Ava Fan didn't sleep well. Ethan Han wrapped her tightly, and the nest was much warmer than if she slept alone. In addition, she was worried about whether she would go home for dinner or not, so she closed her eyes for less than an hour before opening them again.
When she regained consciousness, she was speechless. Ethan Han was breathing heavily, obviously still asleep, but his palm was firmly holding her breast like a milk cap. She didn't need to look to know that the thing behind her a** was his D!ck, which was sticking out behind her, hot. The quilt was hot when he was there, just like a hot pancake.
She really didn't know what to say. She moved slightly and he woke up as well.
When that face just woke up, it was clumsy, pouting and K!ssing: "Wife~"
"Who is your wife?" Ava Fan has always felt indescribable shame about this title and refused to answer it.
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