Her clothes, soaked with cold water, clung tightly to her skin, and the bone-chilling cold made her shiver.

It was impossible to tell whether the tears on Jiang Yilai's face were tears or water.

Her face was deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with fear and terror.

She continued to struggle, but Fu Nanxiao pressed her firmly against the wall, making it impossible for her to move.

As she moved, her coat fell to the ground, and the collar of her inner clothes came undone, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin, along with a captivating curve.

Fu Nanxiao's eyes darkened.

His nose landed on her neck.

The nauseating smell emanating from her was finally gone.

The shower head was finally turned off.

Jiang Yilai hugged herself, trembling uncontrollably, her tears flowing freely.

devil!

Fu Nanxiao, that devil!

Jiang Yilai looked like a drowned rat, disheveled and pitiful, but her eyes were fixed on Fu Nanxiao.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was hoarse: "Fu Nanxiao, what have I done? Why are you doing this to me!"

Seeing her aggrieved and resentful look, Fu Nanxiao's eyes darkened: "Jiang Yilai, have I been too good to you lately? How dare you go drinking with other men behind my back?"

Jiang Yilai froze.

She looked at Fu Nanxiao in disbelief.

How could he know what she did today?

Jiang Yilai bit her lip, meeting his deep, dark eyes.

"Don't I even have the right to interact normally with others? Fu Nanxiao, I'm your wife, not your dog. I can't listen to you in everything. I also need to have my own life!"

"Normal interaction?" Fu Nanxiao sneered: "Normal interaction means you drink with three men until late at night, and then have a man who has designs on you take you home?"

"Jiang Yilai, do you want to smell that nauseating odor on you!"

Thinking of her and Liang Jiayun's reluctant parting at the door, Fu Nanxiao felt a sudden surge of anger.

He reached out and ripped open Jiang Yilai's clothes.

With a hiss.

Jiang Yilai's undershirt was torn, revealing a white tank top underneath.

She clutched her chest in terror, her anger raging: "Fu Nanxiao, you devil, you madman!"

Fu Nanxiao narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on her chest, his eyes suddenly darkening.

Alarm bells rang in Jiang Yilai's mind.

She tried to push Fu Nanxiao away with both hands, attempting to escape.

But he grabbed her wrist like a chick and slammed her against the wall again.

A tall, strong body then pressed down on him.

Jiang Yilai's breath hitched.

Fu Nanxiao freed one hand and pinched her chin.

Seeing Jiang Yilai resist, his eyes filled with coldness: "Jiang Yilai, remember your place, and don't deliberately provoke me again!"

The moment he finished speaking, his lips slammed down on hers.

"Hmm—"

Jiang Yilai instinctively wanted to refuse, but Fu Nanxiao's kiss was domineering and forceful, with an undeniable ruthlessness.

He ravaged her lips with a possessive intensity.

Jiang Yilai simply couldn't resist.

The man's body in front of her was burning hot, giving her a comfortable warmth. Her head was spinning, and she couldn't help but hug him tightly.

late at night.

In his sleep, Fu Nanxiao felt as if he were holding a furnace in his arms.

He instantly became alert and turned on the light.

Jiang Yilai, nestled in his arms, had her eyes tightly closed, her cheeks flushed.

He had barely let go of her when she clung to him again, frowning and whimpering, "Cold..."

"Jiang Yilai, Jiang Yilai?"

Jiang Yilai opened her eyes groggily: "Hmm..."