She was annoyed: "Only you."
"Really?"
"Fake!"
She was so angry that she simply closed her eyes and decided to ignore him no longer.
He curled his lips, feeling much happier. They had been together for so long, how could he not understand her? It was just an angry remark.
She just likes him.
From beginning to end, it was only him.
He had been worried for the entire day, and finally his heart was at ease. Contented, he hugged her and stroked her face, "Then let's sleep."
Wanruo was depressed and closed her eyes, but he woke her up completely and she no longer felt sleepy at all!
But the man next to her soon began to breathe evenly. She stared at his sleeping face, gnashing her teeth in hatred.
Kick him hard!
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In the middle of the night, a huge fire suddenly broke out in Zhaojue Temple, burning half the sky red.
The monks in the temple rushed to put out the fire with buckets of water, but the fire was too big to be extinguished.
"It's bad! Princess Xuan lives in this courtyard. The fire is so big that we can't get in. I'm afraid..."
The host arrived late, his cloudy eyes watching the blazing fire. He said "Amitabha" and shook his head: "Forget it, it's all fate."
"Then how do we explain this to the palace?"
"As a criminal, there's nothing I shouldn't explain."
They are just sinners who deserve to die.
At the same time, a blue-gray carriage drove past the empty street at a low speed and stopped at the door of Su's house.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted by a servant, and Su Yan came out bent over holding someone, got off the carriage and walked into the mansion.
The person in his arms was wrapped in a cloak, so he couldn't see who it was.
He carried her into the house, entered the bedroom, put her on the bed, and then untied her cloak, revealing Chen Qinghan's sleeping face.
He sat beside the bed and looked at her. She had lost a lot of weight. He still remembered that when they first met, she still had a round, chubby face. She would cry easily and could not stand any grievance. But now, she was always cold and indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything.
It turned out that he hadn't looked at her for a long time.
Chen Qinghan moved her fingers and struggled to wake up. The first thing she saw was the unfamiliar bed curtain. She was a little confused until she saw Su Yan sitting beside the bed.
Her expression suddenly changed, and she immediately sat up from the bed: "You, what are you doing?"
"This is my home, I come here by myself." Su Yan told her calmly.
"What did you say?"
"There was a fire in Zhaojue Temple tonight. You are already dead. From now on, you will stay here and never have to go back."
She said angrily: "When did I agree?!"
Su Yan grabbed her wrist, brought her to his eyes, and stared at her: "Because this is you and me."
She froze.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her soft lips. When he was young, he often dreamed of her, dreaming of their marriage, the bridal chamber, she would be taken home by him, and he could do whatever he wanted to her with a legitimate reason.
This wish came five days late.
She realized what he was about to do and turned her head to avoid him, but he suddenly grabbed the back of her neck, bit her lips and kissed her fiercely.
All the resentment, anger, and longing are vented!
She struggled in his arms, but he didn't want to give in and pushed her onto the bed.
In the past, he always agreed with her. He would coax her as soon as she frowned. He didn't even dare to touch her hand for fear of offending her.
But now, why should she care about all this? She herself said that she owed him, so she should spend the rest of her life to repay him!
“Hmm…”
Chen Qinghan whimpered, her eyes were red, but she gradually stopped struggling and lay on the bed, letting him do whatever he wanted.
He suddenly stopped moving, raised his head from her neck, and saw the humiliation in her eyes. His heart suddenly ached, and the heat in his body was completely extinguished.
He let go of her, stood up, and said in a hoarse voice, "You should rest first."
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