My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 390: The Overwhelming Power Is Always Astonishing

Chapter 390: Chapter 390: The Overwhelming Power Is Always Astonishing

So, such a foolish act of physical infidelity is unlikely to happen to him.

After arriving at Huan Island Villa, Cheng Cheng soon left.

Fu Chenlie held Wen Ran’s hand and entered the living room.

She paused at the entrance, just about to change her shoes, when her waist was suddenly encircled from behind. Then, a flurry of kisses fell on her cheek, gradually lingering down to her neck.

The man’s kisses were full of passion, his breathing gradually heavy.

Wen Ran’s heart was easily stirred, yet she didn’t forget to remind him, "Honey, it’s broad daylight."

He perfunctorily replied, "Hmm."

"Why are you... you’re in such a hurry?"

"I missed you."

With those words, Fu Chenlie’s lips moved to her ear, his voice also becoming a bit muffled, "I missed you abroad."

A feeling described as restless fervor enveloped her whole body.

Wen Ran felt as if she had become a different person.

In the midst of his kisses and teasing, her gaze became blurred.

Just as she was losing herself, she suddenly glanced at Aunt Wu coming out from the kitchen, startled, she quickly pushed the man away.

He was unprepared, and hit the hallway wall, looking at her with displeasure, "What’s going on?"

"There’s... someone," Wen Ran whispered, pointing at Aunt Wu coming out of the kitchen.

Fu Chenlie glanced over, his expression turning a bit colder.

But in the next moment, under Aunt Wu’s gaze, he calmly pulled Wen Ran’s hand and swiftly went upstairs, entering the master bedroom.

Bang—

The bedroom door was shut.

Wen Ran was then pressed against the door panel, her hands held behind her by the man.

Leaning down from above, he kissed her lips.

The clear masculine scent was all around her, and in his expert kissing skills, she gradually lost herself, her body couldn’t help but soften.

Fu Chenlie timely supported her waist, then lifted her horizontally, carrying her to the bed.

The clothes on both bodies quickly came off.

In the master bedroom of Huan Island Villa, amid the intertwined breaths of a man and woman, the temperature continued to rise.

...

Half an hour later.

Wen Ran’s face was buried in Fu Chenlie’s chest, her small hands playfully pressing his abdominal muscles, she spoke with a smile, "Your abs are really nice to touch."

Fu Chenlie stroked her hair, looking at her with indulgence, "They’re all yours, Mrs. Fu, feel free to touch."

She laughed again, looking up at him, "How do you have so many? I heard they’re not easy to train."

"It’s simple, just keep working out."

"You’re so disciplined, honey."

The man’s Adam’s apple rolled, he grabbed her hand that was misbehaving further down, his dark eyes fixed on her, "I heard Madam likes them, so I trained specially."

"But you already had them the last time you let me touch."

"They weren’t as defined back then."

Wen Ran haughtily said, "Oh."

She rolled over, pressing on his chest, looking at the man’s flushed cheeks, "Honey, are you tired?"

He raised an eyebrow, instead of answering, he asked, "Why?"

Wen Ran bit her lip, glanced away from him, rested her chin on his shoulder, and whispered near his ear like a mosquito, "I want more..."

Fu Chenlie’s brow made a slight movement.

Then, he lightly laughed.

Her face immediately became hotter, but still, her lips moved close to kiss his left cheek, teasingly.

Wen Ran thought they could engage in another bout of physical intimacy, after all in dramas, and some novels, the protagonist’s stamina seemed boundless.

However—

Fu Chenlie said something that made her jaw drop.