Dear You

Alano gasped, his eyes bulging at the extreme thing that happened so fast in front of him. Alano had prepared to teach Felicia a lesson and then left his room after this, but it turned out that underneath the dress Felicia was wearing, she was still wearing a thong and shorts, not really without a thread. Seeing this, Alano was only able to breathe again after a few seconds of constricting his throat when the leaf sag.

Felicia burst out laughing again, the expression on Alano's face that was tense and then suddenly changed to relief but the disappointment was very funny in his eyes.

“Big Boss, Big Boss, I am also not naked in front of you even though you have become my husband, and one more thing I will always remember the contents of our marriage contract. I have no desire to see you, nor the slightest desire to have physical contact with you. Remember, this marriage is only a contract marriage, nothing more,” Felicia said arrogantly as if she had just won a match against her enemy.