Zhou Bingchen carried the woman in his arms, who was either fainted or asleep, into the bedroom, and threw her roughly onto the bed as if she were a rag.

Just after throwing it away, perhaps because he used too much force, the quilt wrapped around the woman broke free again, revealing the beautiful figure of the woman inside.

Zhou Bingchen's Adam's apple rolled, and he looked away in shock, then rushed into the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

As the water flowed slowly, he rubbed the index and middle fingers of his right hand vigorously. With red eyes, he pressed the hand sanitizer countless times, and the bubbles in the washbasin overflowed the basin.

Just as he felt that those two fingers could never be washed clean, the scene just now flashed through his mind uncontrollably, frame by frame, and he slowed down the process. He wanted to erase this unbearable memory, but the more he tried to erase it, the clearer it became in his mind.

She sealed her lips but sobs still escaped her mouth. She tightly grasped his wrist with her slender little hand, and the corners of her eyes were red as tears fell unconsciously.

Every moment was like a wall of memories closing in from all directions, trapping him in the loss of control he had just experienced and making it impossible for him to extricate himself.

He didn't know what happened to him just now?

Why was he so worried about her? He was afraid something might happen to her on the way to the hospital, so he impulsively did that to her.

He clearly had other options, such as asking the driver to do it for him, so why did he have to do it himself?

He must have been possessed and gone mad.

He failed to live up to his original wish!

Thinking of this, he covered his aching chest, raised his hand and clenched his fist, then punched forward and smashed the glass in the bathroom.

In an instant, blood gushed out from the toe bones, staining his well-proportioned fingers red.

But the pain in his hand still couldn't relieve the pain that was gradually growing in his heart. He smashed the mirror frantically until his hand was bloody and mangled...

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The night is like thick longing, once touched, it is out of control.

I had a beautiful dream.

When I woke up again, I lifted my hazy eyelids and found that I was wrapped tightly in a quilt.

I looked out the window and saw that it was dark.

The only light left in the room was the dim night light, reminding me that the beautiful dream I just had was really just a dream.

When I turned my head again, I found that Ji Linting's soul was curled up beside me with his eyes open and motionless. His whole soul was a little more transparent than the last time I saw him.

When he saw that I woke up, he came so close to me, almost face to face with mine, and his expression was the most painful I had ever seen.

"I'm sorry, Chuyuan. I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities as a husband for even one day. I deserve to die..."

As he spoke, his soul began to shed tears, and he put his lips close to mine, wanting to kiss me with his empty soul.

I didn't understand what was wrong with him, so I quickly turned over and climbed out of bed, not wanting to be in the same room with him anymore.

Now that I think about it, it’s so inconvenient to have a ghost around that I can’t get rid of.

Sooner or later I will have to ask a master with great magical powers to take this annoying guy away, so that I don’t have to be on guard against him when I take a shower or go to the toilet.

As soon as I walked out of the bedroom, I met Nan Nan who was standing at the door holding an adult pillow, and Chen Chen who was dragging Zhou Binchen to the door.

"Dad, didn't you promise us to sleep with Mom this morning? Why don't you keep your word?

I touched the two children's heads and looked at Zhou Binchen inquiringly.

I could clearly feel that the man who was looking at me just now felt as if he was burned when I subconsciously looked at him, and his eyes began to wander around.

I tilted my head, recalling the dream I had just had, and I couldn't help but blush and lower my head.

Before we could say a word, the two little brats slipped away as fast as they could, and even slammed the door with laughter, locking him and me in this already awkward and warm bedroom.

Before I could say anything, the man who had a kind face just now suddenly frowned, and walked straight to the balcony in the bedroom without even looking at me.

I stood there and noticed that it was a bit strange that his right hand hanging by his side was wrapped in gauze for some unknown reason.

"Mr. Zhou, how did your hand get hurt?"

As soon as I asked the question, I saw his upright figure stagger, and he turned around and glared at me fiercely.

I was frozen in place by his stare, not knowing what to do. Could it be that I had molested him again because of the Chinese medicine I had used before?

But later I fainted and lost my memory, and I really can't remember what happened afterwards.

Seeing him pull the curtains on the balcony and walk towards me with a stern face, I subconsciously felt guilty and took steps back.

"ah……"

My heel hit something, I screamed, and my body fell backward uncontrollably to the ground.

In a flash, I saw the man's originally stern face turn into panic when he saw me fall. He rushed over like a 100-meter sprint, hugged me around the waist, grabbed the back of my head, and rolled on the ground with me.

Once again, I lay on the hard floor, feeling as if there were ten thousand galloping deer in my chest that were about to burst out. The familiar weight of the man pressing on me almost made it difficult for me to breathe.

Under the dim night light, two figures overlapped and stretched out on the wall, looking extremely ambiguous.

Zhou Bingchen's nose touched the woman's small and firm nose. The subtle touch penetrated her skin and stirred his heartstrings.

At this moment, he remembered that night when he also leaned Chuyuan against the sofa with his heart beating like a drum.

Even though her lips were dry and gray and smelled strong, he still couldn't help but want to kiss her.

Just like now, the dim light fell on the delicate little face of the woman under him. Her long seaweed-like hair spread on the floor, making her smooth and shiny face look even smaller, and her pink lips even more moist and lustrous, as if smeared with honey mixed with poison.

It's so tempting that you just want to have a taste.

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