Husband, let's make love hard

The floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sea area brought a ray of light to the room where the lights were turned off. Charles slowly approached the girl lying on the side of the bed with a smell of wine. He finally felt a little bit of warmth radiating from her plump cheeks. His eyes couldn't help but soften, and a touch of tenderness spread on the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, the girl opened her eyes, and before Charles could react, she turned her head. A pair of eyes are like the lake surface reflected by the moonlight, and the eyes are shining. The dim light made her face and facial features more charming and attractive. Charles' Adam's apple tightened, but his face suddenly became frosty. He lowered his head and kissed the girl's lips fiercely. The white shirt on his body has only one button in the middle. His clear collarbone and strong chest are half-covered and extraordinarily sexy. His eyes are particularly beautiful, and the ends of the eyes are slightly raised, as if he is carrying two peach blossoms. Hook people. He passed one hand through the girl's back, like a shackle, firmly imprisoning her petite body, "Charles!" Diana opened her mouth slightly, and finally called out the long-awaited name, her voice hoarse, trembling with fear. She looked at Charles' handsome face in astonishment, both familiar and unfamiliar. From knowing him at the age of ten until now, he has been cold and arrogant, according to her thousands of miles away. If it wasn't for his grandfather's will, she was still abroad, and the girl he had long admired was lying under him. So how much does he hate her? I wish she would die under him on today's wedding night. Looking at the girl's little face, her flushed cheeks lost the youthful innocence and added a touch of the charm that a woman should have. A gust of sea breeze blew from a distance, blowing the curtains. The bedroom is beautiful. …… Just when Diana was exhausted and about to fall asleep, the man beside her suddenly pulled away. Immediately after, his cold warning came from above her, "Remember, from the moment you agreed to return to China, you were my Charles' woman. Where William is, your feet are not allowed to take half a step." Is it an illusion...? She actually felt possessive in his tone. It must be an illusion. Diana was lying on the bed, watching the tall figure drifting away, thinking in a daze. The throbbing pain below her made her believe that it was all real. The corners of her mouth weakly raised a bitter and happy smile. Mom, I'm finally married to Charles.