After Transmigrating Into the Book, Prime Minister Made My Legs Weak
When faced with the new bride forced upon him by his parents, Wen Jian felt no ripples in his heart. Expressionless, he said to her, "Since you have entered the Wen family, you must adhere to the virtues of a wife. I need to strive and study to achieve success in the imperial examinations. The relationship between husband and wife will only affect my studies. In short, I will not touch you, so don't stir up any trouble for me!"
These words were exactly what Ji Sang had in mind.
Ji Sang, hidden beneath a red veil, had a soft and gentle voice as she obediently replied, "Alright."
Half a month later.
With a fine layer of sweat on her forehead, Ji Sang's delicate lower abdomen faintly revealed an ere*t object. She looked up with teary eyes and cried out, "Ah... Wen Jian, you said you wanted to study hard and achieve success... Ah, slower..."
Wen Jian's deep black eyes fixed on the towering object penetrating his wife's tender passage. He said in a low and hoarse voice, "What pleasure is there in achieving success? I only want to f*ck with my little wife every night."
