苏韵鲜少有这么主动，早就把他的衬衫纽扣全部解开。                                                                                随之，他身上没有什么束缚。                                                                                蒋慕承最受不了她这样的蛊惑。                                                                                他真以为苏韵良心发现，主动对他好，后来他碰触到了一样东西时，不愿相信，又摸了一遍，他没判断错。                                                                                他眯了眯眼，咬牙切齿；“苏韵！”                                                                                苏韵再也忍住笑出来，看他欲求不满的憋屈样，她差点笑岔气。                                                                                蒋慕承脸都黑了，捉过她的一只脚，就开始挠她的脚心。                                                                                苏韵又哭又笑的求饶，可蒋慕承压根就听不进去，他刚才已经是箭在弦上不得不发，可她竟然逗他。                                                                                最后苏韵没办法，只能撒谎，“老公，我肚子疼，真疼，我痛.经。”说着挤了几滴鳄鱼的眼泪，其实是她刚才笑出来的眼泪。                                                                                蒋慕承停下动作，将信将疑的瞅着她。                                                                                苏韵擦擦眼泪，可怜兮兮的盯着他：“四哥，我肚子疼，帮我揉揉好不好？以前每回疼时，都是柠柠给我灌热水袋捂着。”                                                                                蒋慕承松开她的脚，把她拖过来，两手撑在她身侧，他慢慢俯下身，与她面贴面，温热的鼻息又互相缠绕。                                                                                他一字一顿：“痛.经是吧？你最好这辈子都一直疼下去，否则我饶不了你！”