When she woke up, she was lying on a bunk bed with red curtains hanging everywhere, and she herself had been changed into a red wedding gown.

The atmosphere is quite weird.

When she stood up, she realized that her feet were tied with chains and she could only move beside the bed.

It was Mo Xiao! It had to be him! She looked around in panic, but saw only heavy veils and no human figure.

Suddenly, Mo Xiao's voice came from behind the veil: "Sister Jinrong, are you satisfied with this bridal chamber?"

Xue Jinrong was immediately furious and shouted, "Mo Xiao! What on earth do you want to do?"

"Haha!" Mo Xiao's cold laughter was heard, and the veil was lifted, revealing his figure in wedding clothes and sitting in a wheelchair.

But this time, no one was pushing the wheelchair, but it was pulled by two black dogs half a person's height.

Xue Jinrong was suddenly startled. She stepped back a few steps to the bedside, looked at Mo Xiao with vigilance, and asked, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Sister Jinrong!" Mo Xiao looked at her with burning eyes, "This is our bridal chamber. We will live here in the future. I, Mo Xiao, will worship heaven and earth with you tonight and drink wedding wine with you. From now on, I will not touch any woman except your husband!"

These words were spoken affectionately, but in such a weird atmosphere, coupled with Mo Xiao's paranoid gaze, Xue Jinrong couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails cutting through the flesh of her palms, and managed to calm down, "Mr. Mo, even if you want to get married, you should marry her in a formal way. What's going on here?"

"A formal marriage? While I was away, you and Chu Youyang got engaged, and now you tell me about a formal marriage?!" Mo Xiao's eyes suddenly became sharp, and then he took out a pair of wooden sticks, supported himself to stand up, and slowly walked towards Xue Jinrong.

Xue Jinrong had nowhere to retreat, so she climbed onto the bed, the iron chains on her feet rattling. When she had no more room to retreat, she glared at Mo Xiao and shouted, "If you come over here again, I'll be rude to you!"

Mo Xiao chuckled, sat down on the edge of the bed, supported himself with his hands and moved towards her little by little, his eyes full of coldness, "You despise me for being a useless person? Do you know how I fell off my horse? It's all because your marriage with Chu Youyang disturbed my mind!"

Xue Jinrong was filled with remorse. If she had known that Mo Xiao would get entangled with her, she would not have helped him bandage the wound at all. No wonder her father said that there is a knife hanging over the doctor's head!

"Although my legs are broken, I'm still a normal man," Mo Xiao chuckled, "Sister Jinrong, tonight is a good time for you and me. I want you to know that when you are with me, Mo Xiao, you are no worse than anyone else!"

As he spoke, he was already close to Xue Jinrong.

Xue Jinrong gritted her teeth, raised her legs, and tried to wrap the chain around Mo Xiao's neck, but Mo Xiao just raised his hand and grabbed the chain, then pulled her down on the bed and in front of him.

The thin man covered her, and the scent of black agarwood filled her face. Xue Jinrong held her breath and looked at him nervously.

"Rong'er, Rong'er..." Mo Xiao called softly, his eyes obsessed, "I am willing to marry you and grow old with you. No matter what happens outside, here I am just your husband..."

Creepy.

Xue Jinrong's hair stood on end.

The man's fingers stroked her cheek, and his lips could fall at any moment, and she couldn't just sit there and wait.

"Mr. Mo..." Xue Jinrong smiled, "Just now you said you wanted to worship heaven and earth with me and drink wine together. How could you be so abrupt?"

Surprise flashed in Mo Xiao's eyes. He struggled to stand up, a smile on his lips, "Yes, yes, yes! How could I forget this? I want to be your husband and wife, not just a casual affair. Let's worship heaven and earth and drink the wedding wine now!"

Xue Jinrong breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought that praying to heaven and earth would eventually free her, right? Then she would find a way to escape.

Mo Xiao clapped his hands, and a woman's voice came from outside the red veil: "Master, what do you want?"

"Prepare red candles and wine. I want to drink wedding wine with my wife!"

Xue Jinrong's breath of relief did not last long. The red candles, incense table and wine jars were all moved in, but she was still locked up, with two big dogs watching her eagerly.

"Rong'er, come here, let's worship heaven and earth now!" Mo Xiao's eyes were filled with morbid joy.

Xue Jinrong deliberately dragged the chain so that it rattled, and he staggered and almost fell.

She thought Mo Xiao would feel sympathy and untie her chains, but he just supported her and said in a gentle voice, "Rong'er, be careful!"

Xue Jinrong was immediately furious and shouted at him, "I have never seen anyone wearing iron chains during a wedding ceremony!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mo Xiao seemed to have suddenly realized something, but he just took a gorgeous phoenix crown from the table and put it on her head, "Of course you have to have a phoenix crown and a bridal robe. Today is a hurry, wait until the golden house I built for you is completed, and I will hide you in the golden house!"

The shawl covered her eyes, and Xue Jinrong was almost furious. She tore off the shawl and angrily yelled, "Mo Xiao! Are you sick? I don't want to marry you! I never gave you any token of love. It was all your wishful thinking!"

Mo Xiao's eyes suddenly turned as cold as ice. He grabbed Xue Jinrong's wrist and threw her heavily on the bed. Then he slowly approached with a wooden stick, looking ferocious. "Xue Jinrong, I, Mo Xiao, must get what I want!"

He had a cold aura around him, and the air was as chilly as if it had been covered with frost. However, the kung fu that Xue Jinrong was so proud of was nothing compared to him.

It is better to die than to suffer humiliation.

Xue Jinrong suddenly clenched his teeth, and a deep red color appeared at the corners of his lips.

"Xue Jinrong!" Mo Xiao threw away the stick, threw himself on the bed, and held her chin tightly with one hand, "Don't do anything stupid!"

Xue Jinrong's lips curled up slightly, his eyes full of despair, "Mo Xiao, let me go, and I'll pretend nothing happened, or I'll die here, it's your choice!"

Mo Xiao clenched his fist with the hand that was supporting his body, and his eyes were filled with rage. He gritted his teeth and spoke word by word: "Xue Jinrong, even if you die here, I will marry your spirit and make you my wife, Mo Xiao! I will never let you marry Chu Youyang! I will never let another man touch you!"

When despair reaches its limit, there is no more fear.

Xue Jinrong smiled at him, "Mo Xiao, if you have the guts, then watch me for twelve hours a day. Otherwise, all that awaits you is a corpse!"

Mo Xiao's eyes were burning with anger. He tore Xue Jinrong's clothes like a madman and shouted, "Don't even think about dying! If you live, you're mine! If you die, you're my ghost!"

The cloth was torn.

Xue Jinrong had no expression on her face. If he hadn't held her chin, she would have used all her strength to bite her tongue and commit suicide! The wedding dress was torn into pieces, leaving only her underwear.

Mo Xiao grinned and stretched out his hand towards her.