Chapter 81 Are you sure you want to cry now?

Meng Mingshu looked so silly that Xiao Yan couldn't bear to bully her.

However, the instinctive bad nature of men also made Xiao Yan feel a great sense of accomplishment.

The person who is usually as delicate as a cat is now lying obediently in his arms.

Xiao Yan kissed the top of Meng Mingshu's head lovingly.

She lay on Xiao Yan's chest, her long black hair scattered around her neck.

This pitiful and lovely look all came from him, and was given to Meng Mingshu by him.

Meng Mingshu could only accept it.

"Ashu...let go of your hand."

Meng Mingshu clenched her palms tightly, leaving glaring red marks.

Meng Mingshu still couldn't hear what he said clearly, and the bed was filled with her fragrance.

Xiao Yan was helpless, so he used his big hands to separate Meng Mingshu's slender fingers and crossed his fingers with hers to prevent her from hurting herself again.

"Ah Shu, be good..."

While Meng Mingshu was looking silly, Xiao Yan held her waist and pressed down on her with his heavy chest, ruthlessly and coldly.

It completely suppresses people like a mountain.

Meng Mingshu's confused eyes suddenly widened, and she finally became a little more sober.

But before she could feel wronged, Xiao Yan's cold questioning came to her head.

"Do you like your husband..."

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"say."

Meng Mingshu kept crying and felt aggrieved.

Xiao Yan was really bad.

"Will you tell me?"

Xiao Yan's voice was majestic and contained a strong threat.

"like……"

Meng Mingshu bit her lips and kept crying.

"Louder! Who do you like?"

Meng Mingshu endured the pain and said, "I like Xiao Yan, I like my husband..."

Xiao Yan stroked Meng Mingshu's tearful face with his big hands.

"Who likes Xiao Yan?"

Meng Mingshu's eyes were filled with tears, and she bit her lips tightly: "It's me... Meng Mingshu likes Xiao Yan..."

Xiao Yan was finally satisfied, and he lowered his head and kissed the top of Meng Mingshu's head:

"Be good, your husband likes you too."

"Do you feel it?"

Veins popped out on Xiao Yan's forehead, and his eyes were terrifyingly dark.

Meng Mingshu was frightened. She could only sob and nod randomly, with her brows tightly furrowed.

The heavy body pressed on her and she struggled hard, but she couldn't escape.

The soft little hand kept struggling, but was once again tightly grasped and ruthlessly pressed down by the bronze big hand.

In the end, Meng Mingshu closed her eyes, her face pale, and continued to sink in the waters of pain, allowing Xiao Yan to drag her into the chaotic swamp.

Before falling asleep, Meng Mingshu swore never to talk to Xiao Yan again.

But when she woke up, Meng Mingshu was lying on the bed.

Seeing Xiao Yan remaking the bed, his forehead covered with sweat from exhaustion, Meng Mingshu subconsciously took out her handkerchief out of concern.

But after the handkerchief was handed over, she regained consciousness.

How could she feel sorry for Xiao Yan?

She was completely confused. Not only was she stupid at night, she was stupid now too.

Xiao Yan is working so hard now just to bully her more easily.

Instead of feeling sorry for herself, she felt sorry for the evil people who bullied her and went back on their words.

Thinking of this, Meng Mingshu quickly took back the handkerchief, but it was too late.

Xiao Yan had noticed it. He stood up, sat down beside the bed, held Meng Mingshu in his arms, and took her handkerchief.

"Thank you, Ah Shu."

"It's not hard, my husband."

"The wood is stronger this time, and it will definitely not scare Ah Shu anymore."

Meng Mingshu blushed: "Who asked you? I... don't care."

He was originally worried that Meng Mingshu would be angry after waking up and would not want to talk to him.

But his Ah Shu was more soft-hearted than he thought.

Xiao Yan sighed. Meng Mingshu didn't know that the more soft-hearted she was, the more he would bully her in the future.

After all, all the previous restraint was because he was afraid that Meng Mingshu would ignore him.

As a result, the only thing that Xiao Yan was worried about was gone.

Xiao Yan's eyes darkened and he held Meng Mingshu's hand:

"Ashu will care. Let's try it together again tonight."

Meng Mingshu widened her eyes in fear, her gaze as frightened as a little deer, looking pitiful.

"I...I don't want it. I don't like it."

The small lips were slightly swollen and as delicate as flowers.

The snow-white skin also showed a blush.

Xiao Yan chuckled: "That's not what you said last night."

"You said you liked it."

"Why, Ah Shu, have you forgotten everything you said?"

Meng Mingshu was so angry that she burst into tears, her eyelashes trembling: "Xiao Yan, you bully me..."

Xiao Yan was becoming more and more excessive.

Xiao Yan wiped the tears from her face with his rough hands and stared at her obsessively: "Well, I just bully you."

"I'll let my husband bully me every day from now on, okay?"

Meng Mingshu's eyes were red from crying, and her long black hair was scattered on her chest: "I can't say for sure, will you still listen to me?"

Xiao Yan shook his head honestly, his narrow eyes staring at her with greed like a beast:

"Won't."

"From now on you have to listen to me at night!"

Meng Mingshu: “…”

Her tears fell even harder, and she felt like she was finished.

She knew that Xiao Yan would never listen to her.

When he goes crazy, no one can say anything.

Sooner or later, she would be bullied to death by Xiao Yan.

Meng Mingshu's tears fell.

Xiao Yan's eyes were dark and deep, and his big hands touched the top of the head of the person in his arms.

The hot breath sprayed on Meng Mingshu's ear, and he lowered his voice to threaten.

"Are you sure you want to cry now?"

"Don't you want the eyes anymore?"

Xiao Yan's tone was a little fierce, not as gentle as before.

He was afraid that Meng Mingshu would go blind if she continued crying like this.

Meng Mingshu felt even more aggrieved, tears streaming down her snow-white cheeks.

"It's really different now that I have it. You're treating me worse and worse."

"After a while, when you are completely fed up with me, I will be nothing, even worse than yesterday's yellow flowers."

"Then you can marry someone new, the younger Zhao Zhiyuan."

"She's pretty anyway..."