He realized that perhaps he was too impatient.
The intimacy between them really needed time to develop slowly, and the bridal chamber was not suitable for this kind of environment.
What's more, the sound insulation here is not very good. If something really happens, it might disturb other people.
He stood up, walked to her side, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Let's chat tonight, okay?" She raised her head and looked at him, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. But soon, she nodded and whispered, "Okay."
"Okay, Luo Jiaojiao, I've already said it. If you don't agree, I won't force you. But my time is limited, and you know I have my own needs, which is natural. You don't need to be afraid or uneasy about it. We have already obtained a marriage certificate and become a legal couple. Unless you want to be a couple with me in name only, we should respect each other's needs and wishes."
Luo Jiaojiao was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt. Although the room was warm as spring, her face was still slightly flushed. Her eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment. Looking at Leng Mohan standing beside the bed, an indescribable fear surged in her heart.
Leng Mohan's tall figure seemed even more indifferent under the dim light. His gaze was like a knife, piercing deeply into Luo Jiaojiao's heart.
He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "Luo Jiaojiao, I don't intend to be a couple with you in name only. Since you have obtained the marriage certificate with me, you are my person in life and my ghost in death. Similarly, I will try my best to satisfy you with whatever you want, but at the same time, you can't refuse me when I need you. I, Leng Mohan, never do business at a loss."
Luo Jiaojiao's heart trembled suddenly, and she bit her lower lip tightly, trying to hide her inner panic.
She knew that she had no way out. Leng Mohan was a strong and overbearing man, and no one could change his decision. She could only endure it all silently, even though her heart was filled with anxiety.
Leng Mohan looked at Luo Jiaojiao's reaction, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He leaned over and gently lifted Luo Jiaojiao's chin with his hand, forcing her to look at him. His voice became even deeper: "Or do you want to divorce me?"
Luo Jiaojiao's heart suddenly tightened, and she felt that her breathing became difficult. She knew that divorce was absolutely not an option for her. What should she do after the divorce? Now she could only rely on Leng Mohan for a living. She could only try her best to stay calm and try to find a trace of pity in Leng Mohan's eyes.
However, there was only indifference and determination in Leng Mohan's eyes. He let go of her hand and turned to leave the room.
Luo Jiaojiao's heartbeat was thunderous, and her eyes were fixed on Leng Mohan. He stood in front of the wardrobe, holding the selected clothes in his hands, and was putting them on one by one. Every movement seemed so calm, but it set off a huge wave in Luo Jiaojiao's heart.
She knew that Leng Mohan had no shortage of suitors. Those girls might not be as stunning as her, but they all had their own unique looks, and more importantly, their family backgrounds were far better than hers, an orphan with an unknown background. Zhou Wenwen was one of them, and her existence was like a thorn that pierced Luo Jiaojiao's heart deeply.
Luo Jiaojiao didn't want to lose Leng Mohan, he was her only support in this world. She couldn't let him leave, absolutely not. This thought echoed in her mind, like a spell, making her unable to let go.
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