Soft and Cute Sweet Wife: Demon, Torment Me Lightly

On the day Bai Xiaoruo and Xian Mingyu held their wedding, she had only just celebrated her 18th birthday a few days prior. Her husband was a full 8 years older than her.

In the eyes of outsi...

Chapter 297 Why Do I Feel Like a Stranger to You Again?

Thinking of the last time she bled, Xuan Mingyu's heart jumped into his throat.

He tried to turn her body around, but Bai Xiaoruo impatiently struggled and pushed him away, saying, "Don't touch me! If you don't want to sleep here, get out!"

"You!" Xuan Mingyu was also furious. He had spoken to her kindly and caringly, so what kind of attitude was this?

"Bai Xiaoruo, did you eat gunpowder tonight? How did I give it to you again?!"

She sat up in bed irritably, grabbed her pillow, and was about to get out when she said, "If you don't leave, I will!"

"Come back!" Xuan Mingyu grabbed Bai Xiaoruo's arm and pulled her back into his arms. "Okay, okay, I was wrong, alright? I won't touch you anymore. Go to sleep and don't run around."

His embrace was warm, but for the first time, Bai Xiaoruo was afraid of such warmth.

Which side of him is the real him?

Knowing that the Bai family's affairs were related to him, she felt so guilty that she even felt utterly despicable when she was close to him.

Like an accomplice.

She wanted to push him away, to yell at him, to demand an explanation of what had happened in L City these past few days—about their marriage, about Su Yuluo, and about the Bai family.

But she still couldn't bring herself to ask...

On one hand, she doesn't want to give up her marriage and doesn't want to break up with him; on the other hand, she's struggling with the Bai family...

"Let me go... I need to calm down."

"What do you mean by calming down?" Afraid that she would slip away again, how could Xian Mingyu let her go?

Bai Xiaoruo didn't answer him; she leaned weakly against his chest.

She's so tired. She started feeling exhausted as soon as she stepped out of the airport this morning, surrounded by those random people who began interviewing her...

She longed to hear the truth from him, even if she didn't have to ask him, she just wanted him to tell her the truth.

How many things has he been hiding from her?

Her hand gripped his large, warm hand tightly, then released it—

Why... do you seem so unfamiliar to me again...?

Are you truly doing this for my own good, or do you just want to get whatever benefit you desire from me?