He knows.
Meng Mingxuan looked at Yan Mojiu fearfully and didn't dare to say anything.
"Do you need help?" Yan Mojiu looked at her with an expression like a child who had made a mistake, and slowed down his voice.
"No need." Meng Mingxuan immediately shook her head.
"Then I'll go make the bed first." Yan Mojiu turned and left.
“…”
Meng Mingxuan looked at him leaving with a little embarrassment. Except for the time when she bothered him in the beginning when she was inexperienced, she hadn't had sex with him in a long time.
It's a bit embarrassing.
After cleaning up, Yan Mojiu went back to his room, took a shower and changed his clothes.
When he glanced at his scratched shoulders and back in the mirror, he cursed in a hoarse voice, "Idiot."
Meng Mingxuan sneezed in the bathroom.
She didn't dare to wash for too long. Catching a cold during her menstrual period was not a pleasant thing, especially since she had just been tortured.
She quickly tidied herself and walked out of the bathroom. She saw Yan Mojiu bending over the sofa, plugging in a hair dryer, so she walked over and sat down.
Neither of them spoke, leaving only the sound of the hair dryer arrogantly in the air.
After drying her hair, Yan Mojiu reached out, picked her up, and tucked her into the quilt.
"The maid is cooking sugar water. You lie down and rest first. I'll go get it later."
Yan Mojiu moved a chair and sat beside the bed. He took out his cell phone and tapped his finger. "Now, let's read the news."
Meng Mingxuan was stunned. Reading the news?
"On April 28, a woman in sz had too intense sex, which caused the corpus luteum of her ovary to rupture and abdominal bleeding. Her husband rushed her to the hospital in time and she received proper treatment."
"On December 28, two netizens met offline. After a while of having fun, the male netizen found the female netizen dead in the early morning of the next day. The forensic examination showed that the woman suffered a blunt force impact on the abdomen, which caused a sudden increase in the pressure gradient in the chest and abdominal cavity, causing the weak part of the left diaphragm to rupture and blood to accumulate in the chest cavity. She eventually died of respiratory and circulatory dysfunction."
Yan Mojiu read the relevant news in a deep voice.
“…”
Meng Mingxuan is a famous writer.
As Yan Mojiu continued reading, she slowly pulled up the quilt to cover herself.
Yan Mojiu glanced at the ostrich on the bed and continued reading a few more articles.
Then he put his phone down, stood up and went to the bed, pulling away the quilt covering Meng Mingxuan's face, "Do you know why I read this to you?"
Meng Mingxuan shook her head.
"When I'm sober, there's zero chance of this happening, because I'll give Mingxuan a great experience." Yan Mojiu's breath was slightly heavy, "But when I'm not sober, I'll lose control and it'll be hard for me to take Mingxuan's feelings into consideration."
Meng Mingxuan: “…”
It seems that it is indeed the case.
It was as if he had noise-proofing cotton in his ears the whole night, and it was no use for her to cry and beg him.
When the torture was over she had only one thought: she was not dead.
"Will you dare to do it again next time?" Yan Mojiu asked.
Meng Mingxuan said honestly, "I don't dare anymore."
She had seen him lose control and she never wanted to see it again.
So tragic.
"Why do you do this?" Yan Mojiu lowered his eyes to look at her, his fingers slowly stroking the purple marks on her wrist.
Meng Mingxuan pursed her lips slightly. What should she say?
Let her think about it.
"Do you want to make your husband feel distressed?" Yan Mojiu leaned over and kissed her slightly swollen eyes.
I'm afraid she cried a lot last night.
"No." Meng Mingxuan thought to herself that she was not that bad. "I just wanted to see what it was like when you lost control."
"Now that you've watched it, what do you think?"
“…” He thought he was watching a movie and was reading the review.
Yan Mojiu had no way to deal with her, so he put his hand on her back and gently hugged her, whispering in her ear, "Did the old man's words affect you, making you feel that I feel guilty towards you, so you teamed up with Lu Jingqian to tamper with the wine, trying to test my true feelings for you."
Meng Mingxuan clutched his shirt tightly and bit her lower lip slightly.
"Why don't you ask me directly?" Yan Mojiu continued to ask, "Are you afraid that I will lie to you and think that I will tell the truth only after drinking?"
In the messy fragments of the night, there is the memory of him saying he loved her.
She just didn't believe him.
"Can you please stop asking?" Meng Mingxuan turned her face away.
She had already lost face, and it was she who was in pain and he who was happy, so what was there for him to hold responsible?
"How can I not ask? We are husband and wife, and we need to clarify this knot." Yan Mojiu turned her face back and held it gently. "Don't get hurt under my nose. It will make me very sad and make me feel that I am not good enough for you. If you are not on your period today, you will have to take medicine. Do you know how much harm medicine can cause to the body?"
"You don't have to take medicine."
Meng Mingxuan is not opposed to having a child now.
He is already 26. Does he have to wait until 36 to have a child?
"What did I come back to Kyoto for, huh? I was already nervous protecting you alone, and now you added a little baby for me. Do you really think your brother is an omnipotent god?" Yan Mojiu stared at her. That child was fabricated by Yan Shaoting, but what about the car accident at the airport? She didn't leave any shadow at all?
"You are my God." Meng Mingxuan curved her eyebrows and rubbed his palm.
“…”
Yan Mojiu paused and pinched her cheek lightly, "Speaking of reason, you are breaking the rules by doing this, don't you know?"
"I was wrong."
Meng Mingxuan didn't want to listen to his lectures, as it would remind her of the past when she was afraid of him. She didn't want to be afraid of her own husband.
She hooked her arms around his neck, changing from rubbing his palm to rubbing his neck, "Now I know you love me. You told me so yourself. I will never test you again."
Yan Mojiu paused, "When did I say that?"
Huh?
Meng Mingxuan let go of him and opened her eyes wide, "Last night, you said you loved me, so I gave it to you."
"Is it recorded?"
“…”
Who would record at a time like that.
"I didn't record it, so are you trying to deny it?" Meng Mingxuan puffed her cheeks slightly.
"What a man says in bed is not trustworthy, let alone drunken talk." Yan Mojiu glanced at her and said, "Why don't you ask me now? It will be more credible."
Meng Mingxuan covered her head with the quilt and said, "I don't want to listen anymore."
Yan Mojiu smiled and said slowly, "If you don't want to hear it, then I won't say anything. I was planning to add a few sweet words."
“…”
If Meng Mingxuan could no longer tell that Yan Mojiu was teasing her, her rebirth would be in vain.
Just ignore him.
On the contrary, she listened to those three words. He said if she didn't take it seriously, then she didn't take it seriously.
She insisted on taking it seriously.
"I'll go downstairs to see if the syrup is ready." Yan Mojiu touched her exposed head, "Don't bore yourself."
Hearing the footsteps fading away, Meng Mingxuan quickly took out her cell phone which had been vibrating for a long time, and then looked at the long string of messages sent by Lu Jingqian.
The most eye-catching sentence is: I'm dying, what about you? Are you still alive?
“…………”
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