"You are trying to murder your husband!"

A low voice sounded in his ears, and a warm air flow instantly spread from the tip of his ear to every part of his body, making Sang Yu feel a little weak.

"You...you will no longer be my husband soon!"

Sang Yu didn't expect Yu Zhiheng to come back suddenly, and said angrily.

When Yu Zhiheng heard this, his face changed and his arms around Sang Yu tightened, making Sang Yu almost unable to breathe. She struggled and pushed him away.

He became even angrier, his eyes turning red under the mask. He angrily said, "If I'm not your biological husband, then who is? Those men surrounding you? Huh?"

Sang Yu didn't understand what was going on. Before she could even open her mouth, Yu Zhiheng suddenly turned her over and shoved her against the wall. "You..."

The slightly cool lips blocked all her words. She opened her eyes wide, and the cold mask touched her cheek, telling her that this was all reality. The only sound she could hear in her ears was her own heartbeat.

Just a light touch of their lips, and Yu Zhiheng raised his head. His eyes in the darkness looked at her affectionately, deep and profound, as if containing thousands of words, and unknowingly brought Sang Yu in.

When she came to her senses, Yu Zhiheng had pressed his lips against hers again. This time the kiss was much deeper than the last time. It was like she had finally obtained her favorite food. She was reluctant to eat it all in one bite, so she savored it carefully.

After a moment, Yu Zhiheng raised his head again. Looking at Sang Yu's obviously emotional expression, he licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, and raised a beautiful arc. It seemed that he disliked the mask being in the way, so he reached out and took off the mask on his face.

Sang Yu was stunned. Although it was night, she could still see his face clearly under the bright moonlight. His face was even more handsome than she had imagined. It was handsome beyond measure, with a smooth and flawless complexion, delicate features, a high nose bridge, and even his lips had a crystal-like luster. Although he was standing in the night, his face seemed to be glowing, giving the entire alley color, like a beam of light in the darkness, an oasis in the desert. Even the moonlight became a foil for the man in front of him.

This man's face was too outstanding, too handsome, but there was no trace of femininity in it. Instead, he had an innate nobility. Just a quick glance was enough to amaze people.

This kiss was far less gentle than just now, and even had a hint of ferocity. He pressed Sang Yu tightly against the wall, wishing he could melt her into his bones and blood.

Sang Yu couldn't stand such an attack and kept pushing her away.

But her whole body went limp as if she had no strength left. Not only did she not push the man away, but instead she seemed to encourage him, making him even more arrogant, until she couldn't help herself and bit him.

Yu Zhiheng seemed to have regained his sanity. He slowly stopped, left Sang Yu's lips, hugged Sang Yu tightly, and breathed heavily.

After a while, Yu Zhiheng finally let go of her, looked down at her, and gently brushed the corner of Sang Yu's mouth with his fingertips. He whispered, "What should I do, sister? I can't help it anymore."

Sang Yu felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

It’s this sister with the devilish voice again.

"Sister, even if you hate me in the future, I don't care. Don't even think about leaving me behind."

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The next day, Qi Chunyu heard the news that her brother Qi Xingyu had been beaten, and hurried over to visit him, but she didn't expect to see that his face was swollen beyond recognition. She screamed in fright, and Qi Xingyu was so scared that he almost fell off the bed.