Pearl of Compassion

CHAPTER 162

"Eh crazy, you don't macem-macem yeah!" Agnes alert.

"Why? Hey we're married deserve my elo language?"

"Not many alesan! Even though we're married, we're forced!"

"Who is forced? I wasn't forced!" Dion slicked both his shoulders. His eyes stared intently at the already alert Agnes.

What an interesting girl. I didn't think I could do this. All this time, I was always with any woman. But not with him. This girl has a unique personality. Tekhnik fights with keen instincts. Even the movements are very nimble and agile even with a limp leg. He was raised with great discipline.

"Heh crazy! Who wants to marry you?!" Agnes' screams made Dion's heart feel pinched. True, he had also rejected this match. But destiny says something else. They still could not escape the rope of matchmaking that had been carved upon destiny.

"Whatever!" Dion immediately sauntered away towards the room. Agnes inevitably followed Dion into the room. There was only one big bed. Agnes observed Dion's every move. The man dropped himself on the bed. Then his eyes looked up at the ceiling. Agnes was still standing in the doorway of the room. "When are you standing there?"

Agnes fell silent, for some reason the fur of her romance brimmed. His eyes were still observing the object on the bed.

"Calm down, I won't touch you if you're not ready, '" Dion stared at the ceiling.

Dion's words made Agnes a little relieved. It was as if the girl was stroking her chest slowly. Then he closed the door slowly.

"Sleep, it's night. I'm sure you're tired" Dion stared at the girl who's now legally his wife. The girl nodded and limped towards the bed.

"Are you thinking of something?"

"I thought of Rianna. The girl was just happy, but in fact we made her have to endure all the problems,"

"Do we need to go to the hospital now?"

"no need. We'll go there tomorrow. They must understand, you're hurt, too,"

The bule girl nodded. Then he laid his body down beside Dion slowly.

"You scared?" Dion glanced at the girl who was trying to crawl up onto the bed.

"I'm not interested in you. You don't even have a sexy pant**," the man moved his back to Agnes. While Agnes, fingered panta*nya reflexively. Her eyes stared hard at her husband. His teeth grumbled at each other for holding back the growl.

Calm Agnes calm down. Remember he's your husband! You can't bog him.

"You're scolding me?" ask Dion.

"No! Who cursed you? What do you think I am? You're not worth cursing!"

"That's know. Smart my wife," praised Dion as she turned her body.

"I'm not finished! You don't deserve to be scolded, but you deserve to be punched!"

"You!"

"Why? I'm just telling you the truth! Don't go overboard!"

"Oh yes. I'm not going to overdo it" Dion smiled giving Agnes goosebumps.

Why do I feel like I'm in a trap? Agnes gulped her saliva.

"I'm not overreacting. So I hope you don't overdo it either! Now we do a yuk job," Dion took off his shirt button slowly. Makes Agnes' eyes round.

"You... What do you want?"

"You must not go overboard. We're husband and wife, so it's only natural that I ask for my rights,"

"You... You said you weren't interested in me? La..then why are you asking for your rights?"

But it was unexpected that Dion shuffled forward and.