My Beastly Husband

est of the time, he would not do a few minutes of foreplay, and then he would take the gun.

Moussa felt that she was being tossed around by him every day, yet she was still healthy and alive.
It was a miracle.

Chelsea pressed Moussa and kissed her for a while, then helped her put her clothes back on and carried her out.
Although he wanted to do it again, this place was really too cold.
He was worried about Moussa’s weak body and afraid that she could not stand it, so he had to give up.

Moussa comfortably nestled in Chelsea’s arms and let him carry her all the way home.
She was not lazy and didn’t want to walk, but she was too weak to do it.

When she got home, Chelsea was afraid that Moussa would get cold and boiled water for her to take a hot bath.
He also made hot soup and coaxed her to drink a big bowl of it.

Moussa was angry with him for forcing her into the cold room despite her wishes.
Although she cooperated, at most half-heartedly, she was uncomfortable and did not want to be pretentious.
Who let him retaliate that strong? Not only was he making love at home, he asked her to have her head down and look.
She refused to look, so he tried to torment her.

Chelsea saw Moussa’s face was not good and knew that she was upset again.
However, he still enjoyed her minor irritation occasionally.
So with a smile on his face, he kneaded her body here and there.
Moussa closed her eyes in comfort and grunted.
Not long after, her breathing gradually stabilized, and she fell asleep.

Chelsea was a bit dumbfounded.
He was trying to please her so much and wanted to f*ck her hard a few times when she was not upset anymore.
He did not expect her to fall asleep so soon.