"How old are you? Are you still living in a fantasy world?"
Yang Jinchu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he was about to retaliate.
Chu Wuyang shouted, "Enough!"
The deadlock was suddenly broken.
Her face was pale. She stood between the two men, arms outstretched, pushing one of them away, her voice trembling yet firm.
"Have you two finished arguing?"
Jing Min, however, stared intently at the clearly fresh red mark on Chu Wuyang's neck.
Clear and vivid, like a bloody mark being drawn before his eyes.
He even admires himself for not going crazy yet.
He was still able to ask calmly.
"Asleep?" His voice was low and hoarse, his tone unreadable, as if he were asking himself or confirming something.
Chu Wuyang paused, looked down at her own bathrobe and Yang Jinchu's bathrobe.
Isn't it obvious?
Jing Min's sinister eyes suddenly lit up with a smile, as if he had lost his mind.
"So that's what you were planning?"
"They said they'd give me the initiative, and that we wouldn't break up unless I brought it up."
"You fucking bastard, how dare you openly have sex with a man while pregnant with my child?"
As he spoke, his eyes suddenly reddened, as if something was about to burst forth.
His gaze began to wander, as if he wanted to find a place to escape.
But then he looked around with a cold smile.
"It's the same room again?"
The tone was almost sarcastic to the core.
That's really ruthless.
He forced himself on her in this very room, which led to their later marriage.
Does that mean that what is stolen is destined to be stolen back?
Suddenly, he turned around and grabbed her wrist. Yang Jinchu tried to stop him, but Chu Wuyang stopped him with a glance out of the corner of her eye.
Jing Minjin stared intently at Chu Wuyang, his eyes filled with madness.
"Chu Wuyang, give up on that idea!"
"Even if you sleep with a man, you'd better keep it a secret. I'm not going to wear that 'green hat'—"
"In short, even if you die, you have to be buried next to me."
Chu Wuyang felt Jing Min gripping her wrist tightly.
Her palm was burning hot, like a red-hot iron, so hot that she almost wanted to pull it away.
She looked up.
At first glance, I met his bloodshot eyes, the corners of which were red from intense emotions, like open wounds.
His features were already deep-set, but now they looked as if they were being burned by a combination of anger and illness.
His face was flushed an unnatural red, and his handsome features were twisted in a way that was almost pathological.
His once aloof and dignified black suit was now completely soaked, clinging to his tall and slender frame.
He has a fever?!
Before he could even speak,
Yang Jinchu spoke first, her voice calm.
"It's too late, it's too late to cover it up properly, the media reporters have already arrived,"
He even frankly stated,
"Did I call them?"
"What did you say!" Jing Min threw a punch.
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