Hearing this, Fu Jinqi paused with his straight body, then slowly turned his head. His dark and cold eyes froze, and with a morbid scarlet gloom in his eyes, he stared straight and sinisterly at Yuan Jiang.
Yuan Jiang was stunned. When she looked up, she saw Fu Jin'er's delicate and handsome face, and his deep and mysterious peach-shaped eyes were staring at her.
At this moment, Yuan Jiang's heart suddenly beat faster. She nervously stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips: "Old man?"
Fu Jinyi saw all her discomfort, his straight black eyelashes trembled slightly, then slowly drooped, he gently pursed his thin lips, and his warm big hand gently but firmly pressed down on her slender shoulders.
"Yuan Jiang." His voice was hoarse, containing a hint of complex emotions and an unpredictable expression.
Yuan Jiang subconsciously shrunk her shoulders, raised her pretty face, and looked at him with her bright, moist fox eyes, a hint of confusion and darkness in her eyes. "What's wrong?"
This was the first time that Fu Jinqi called her by her full name.
The atmosphere is depressing.
In the dim light, Fu Jin's skin exuded an extreme complexion, like a cold and pale face revealed behind a black curtain. The black hair hanging on his earlobes outlined his angular jaw.
His eyes were as fervent as torches, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, quietly extending its bright red tongue, and swallowing the person in front of him when he is not prepared.
Fu Jin's eyes lingered over Yuan Jiang's little face inch by inch, with overwhelming possessiveness and invisible desire for control, as well as a faint uneasiness, rolling in his eyes.
Yuan Jiang quietly clenched his fists, his eyes showing uneasiness and worry.
What exactly happened?
Why did Fu Jinqi look at her like that?
Suddenly, he reached out, grabbed Yuan Jiang's wrist, and pulled her into his arms. He bent over, lowered his head deeply, and nestled his head in her neck filled with fragrance: "Wife, you are a gift from God to me."
The voice was full of possession and undisturbed discussion.
Yuan Jiang hugged his slender waist tightly: "I am your wife, I love you the most."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
Nothing happened.
He just had a nightmare, a nightmare called the former nightmare.
Fu Jin's dark eyes revealed a hint of hostility and coldness.
In the previous life, he got what he wanted and overthrew the Shen family just like this time. Shen Sihua died in his hands, and Shen Jiaoru was locked up in the mansion like a pig and a dog.
In the end, Shen Jiaoru tried to give him an aphrodisiac, but he strangled her to death on the bed.
And then, what happened?
He didn't remember, he only knew that he didn't meet Yuan Jiang the previous time.
There has never been any trace of Yuan Jiang in his life, how is this possible!?
Yuan Jiang was his wife, his lover, why was she not there in the previous life?!
This must be a nightmare!
Fu Jinqi's eyes were deep, and the delicate and pretty face of Yuan Jiang in his arms was reflected in the depths of his pupils. His eyes were filled with undisguised morbid love and possession. He hugged Yuan Jiang tightly, wishing he could absorb her into his own bones and blood, so that she would belong to him forever and completely.
This nightmare was so immersive and clear, as if he had experienced it himself. The hatred, pain and coldness that he felt pierced his bones. Even when he thought about it now, he couldn't help but shudder.
"Yuan Jiang, wife..." He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the snow-white and translucent skin of the little girl in his arms, and couldn't help but open his mouth and bite the soft flesh on her neck hard.
Licking it delicately, I can't wait to bite it off and swallow it.
"You belong to me, and me alone..."
Yuan Jiang frowned in pain, but did not stop him. Instead, she responded gently over and over again: "I am yours, and I will never leave you."
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