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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 1377
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“Ouch…”

Millie emitted a soft moan, gradually parting her eyelids.

She couldn’t resist grumbling, “Men who resort to violence against their wives are bound for an unpleasant fate.”

Marcus playfully tugged her back towards him, as she had just shifted away, and gently patted her as a playful reprimand.

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“Mind your words.”

“Ah…”

Her buttocks stung with another slap, and Millie could feel them growing redder. She shot him a wide- eyed glare and remarked, “You’re a real pervert, aren’t you? Cclean, do you have a penchant for sadomasochism?”

She wasn’t oblivious to the fact that last night, while she was half asleep, he had pinched her buttocks a few times.

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Marcus’s well-defined features briefly twitched, and then he raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to her ear.

“Sadomasochism, you say? Well, now that you bring it up, we might consider giving it a shot sometime.”

In an instant, Millie pushed him away in alarm.

“Don’t even entertain the thought.”

Marcus gently brushed her dainty nose and suggested, “How about giving it a shot when we have sspare time?”

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Millie swatted away his hand, her tone resolute.

“Go to hell.”

She had no intention of indulging in those unconventional games with him, not in the least.

Marcus withdrew his hand, a bit surprised. This girl could really pack a punch. Her slap had left a noticeable red mark on his hand.

Millie reached behind to adjust her unruly curls, getting ready to leave the bed. However, she soon realized that Marcus was fixated on her abdomen.

Lowering her gaze, she discovered that her sweater had ridden up, granting a tantalizing peek at her enticing waist. Blushing, she promptly tugged her sweater down to conceal herself.

Marcus reclined on the bed, his elbow propped beneath his forehead as he muttered, “I’m no stranger. Can’t I even sneak a glance?”